cocktail sausages

…OR HAVE I JUST BLOWN YOUR SANDWICH-EATING MIND?

Still settling in to the new neighbourhood. Found a pretty nice, and more importantly real (see here), deli nearby today. Unfortunately, by the time I rolled in there wasn’t much produce left. Maybe it’s the recession, but I wanted chicken and, even after padding it out with stuffing, there clearly wasn’t going to be enough to fill the roll.

Lesser sandwich aficionados would have given up and gone elsewhere.

The lad behind the counter was only 18 or 19 years old.

What’s your name, son?, I asked. Read the rest of this entry »