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L’art du sandweech – deux minutes d’inspiration. S’ils vous plait, rappelez-vous a enjoy chaque sandweech in ze new year and every year. Joyeux 2015!~

Merci beaucoup MMSMIB!

At this rate, The Lunch Encounter will become LRoy’s Lunch Encounter. Deservedly. He’s taking a mess o’ Joe’s for the team. Poor thing. Not.

So, this is where we separate the true believers from the “can I have mine on toast with no mayo please.”

If you’re a religious reader of Lisa’s blog (that is, on your knees, begging for forgiveness), you’ve heard about the New Jersey Sloppy Joe before (all hail the Milburn Deli). Not a mess of ground beef and tomato sauce, but a triple-decker cold cut ‘wich. Best-man (twice!) James provided a long exegesis a ways back, but here I was this week and it was as good (and exactly he same) as my first, 45 years ago. How do they do that? Like this:

That’s 3 thin slices of rye (buttered), your choice of ham (mine), roast beef (James’), or turkey (WTF?). Swiss. Cole slaw. Russian dressing. To die for (I’m sure some have. Plus, often served when sitting shiva. Make a note for when I pass). Ta-da:

Rules for eating: left side first. Then the right. Save the wedge for last:

That first bite of the wedge is better than sex (first, last, ever).

I once had two Joes in one sitting. No problem. Looking forward to doing it again. Then dying.

All I want is a room that is true
A sight worth seeing, a vision with you
All I  want is a room that is true, oh

I will give it my finest hour
Put in a counter, 24 hours
I will give you my finest hour, oh, yeah

All I want is a dollar on the wall
A small remembrance of something more solid
All I want is a sandwich for you

Picture this, a day in December
Picture this, freezing cold weather
We want to make you at home
You’ll be never alone
Our place is the place for your lunch
If you could only

Picture this, a sky full of thunder
Picture this, our telephone number
One and one is what I’m telling you, oh, yeah

All I want is 20th century vision
A total portrait with no omissions
All I want is a vision of you, oh
If you can

Picture this, a day in December
Picture this, freezing cold weather
We’ve got to-go cups with lids
We’ll keep you offa the skids
Delivery to all the boys at the garage, oh yeah
If you could only

Picture this, a sky full of thunder
Picture this, my telephone number
One and one is what I’m telling you
Get a pocket computer
Try to do what ya used to do, yeah

I’ve never had a sandwich sleep.
I hope one day to do that.
Pickle, bread, tomato sheets.
I think I’d want to chew that.

Ah, yes, I wrote the “Purple Cow”.
I’m sorry now, I wrote it;
But I can tell you anyhow
I’ll kill you if you quote it!
Gelett Burgess