i will divert the path from ice cream to share with you the attack of the cheese sandwich. this falls into the category of "are you kidding me?" moments at a restaurant. the densely packed muenster cheese in that 'sandwich' was inches deep! in fact a word more accurate than 'sandwich' would be 'four-pounds-of-cheese-wrapped-in-a-token-paltry-slice-of-rye'. and by the way, the tomato was an 'additional' request. i love the hand gesture of bewilderment i'm making, and emre's judging look and shrink away from me posture. it reminds me that when i met emre, he couldn't enunciate the difference between 'muenster' and 'monster'. appropriate in this case. i managed to eat half of the cheese brick sandwich. took the other half home and had muenster sandwiches for a week!
for a flashback to my dad's gluttonous 'sandwich' (another not-quite-accurate description), click here.
