[In this spot there used to be a photo of the so-called Green Turkey Sandwich from Marye’s in Westlake, which was a ball of wadded-up turkey roll, avocado, and bacon between two slices of white bread, but it didn’t make it when I converted to WordPress. Sorry.]
My views on turkey sandwiches in general are already on record, so I won’t go into all that.
Why? Why must you wad up the meat into a fat little puck? Nobody wants that fat little puck. It creates an inferior sandwich, that meat puck surrounded by a vast desert of bread. Nothing elicits a wheeze of despair at lunch like a sandwich registering impossible bread-to-meat ratios at every cross-section. Do you see what I’m driving at? Do you grasp the big picture? When we are presented with the puck, we have no recourse but to go in there and manually depuckify, essentially re-making the entire sandwich. It defeats the whole purpose of paying somebody else to make it. In addition, we get mayonnaise on our hands.
Where will it end?