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Sandwiches give license to loquacity and silly names. Barking for the sake of barking. Words you want to rollll around your mouth repeatedly. Cause it feels so good.
Some sandwich names that slide like warm butter off my tongue…
TheParmegeddon is served at Melt Bar and Grilled – A place from which you would not want to be barred.
Double R Bar Burger is something I could NOT bring myself to order at the driver’s ed graduation lunch at Roy Roger’s cause the name was so awkward and dumb, like a teenager. When you say it, your voice reverberates with twannnggg. Sheesh, we went to Roy’s. That was the reward for driving our first highway – in a BLIZZARD. I recall that Sharon Goodspeed, petit little thing that she was, ordered a child’s size burger and a mini-fry. Not me. I was nerve-damaged and starved. I’d order it now – TWICE just to say it – if I ever stepped foot in a Roy’s.
Gurueben was the greasebomb of choice, during my late night high school daze, served at the Booeymonger when it was a hole in the wall and I thought I was the coolest little dish since sliced pastrami. The gureuben is no longer on the menu, although the Patty Hearst has endured.
Midget Muscovite was whispered to me by My Main Sandwich Man in NYC in reference to a New Jersey Sloppy Joe. So gullible, I believed this was the actual name of an actual sandwich, but nahhh, it was just JAF barking for the sake of barking. I bit. And I laughed. It’s a wich with just a little Russian. He’s concerned that midget is an outdated term. I dunno, is it?
Love these names. Love saying these words.
So true. By Bruce Eric Kaplan
The Lunch Encounter 