Don’t think so.
Bread, bun, or biscuit.
Don’t think so.
Bread, bun, or biscuit.
Unless it’s a hot grilled Sandwich.
Breakfast roll at Juliet’s: salami Rossi & pecorino, tomato & mozzarella, tuna, tomato and leaves (l to r). Mine was the salami with a coffee Romano and a glass of Syrah (see wine thread).
Thanks for this, now on our to go to list.
How about Bánh mì: A fluffy baguette in half, spread with mayonnaise and fill with fried pork slices, salad leaves, pickled carrots, finely sliced cucumber, and cilantro sprigs.
Fresh bagel full fat creme fraiche, smoked salmon, rocket, lemon juice, black pepper:). No one to nick any!:).
Salad cream plus other stuff…
My Dad loved banana sandwiches; slices of banana, sprinkled sugar and buttered white bread. I thought they tasted terrible. I asked him why he liked them and he said “I was a war-baby”. Apparently it was almost impossible to get bananas in the UK until the WWII ended so a banana sandwich would have been an incredible treat.
Still love a banana sandwich.
Just add peanut butter
When I was a kid, nothing would beat peanut butter, banana, and honey sandwich to fuel high energy outdoor play
Taking a ‘sweet tooth’ to new levels there ![]()
Absolutely agree. You can’t beat a really good C&P sandwich made with good quality British bread and butter. Such things are generally only available at home now. Cafés often don’t offer proper sandwiches any more, presumably because they take time to prepare and don’t keep. If you’re lucky you might get sandwiches made with grated cheese of unknown provenance. More often one is fobbed off with “toasties” - the caterer’s way of shifting stale bread.
IIRC it was also Elvis’ favourite sandwich.
And look how he turned out ![]()
Obviously I don’t eat them anymore. But I’d certainly like to.
The Elvis sandwich had banana, peanut butter and bacon and was then fried in butter before eating
Footnote - he ate several of these a day and at his postmortem the content of his bowel was said to resemble clay
I can still remember the rationing book.
Indeed, and with some kind of cheap margerine rather than butter!
Now I understand American ‘trilogy’.
for me is an oven bottom muffin with crisp bacon and fried egg, cooked and eaten outside for breakfast when camping .
When I visited Graceland in 2019, I was simultaneously amused and appalled that they served these in the cafe. I remember thinking ‘Bad taste, in more than one sense’.
Mark