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When you’re on a ferry between Tallinn and Helsinki, you’re really the definition of a captive audience. Want some duty-free perfume, toys, or candy? You’re in luck (as long as you enjoy smelling licorice, playing with licorice, and eating licorice, respectively*). Want anything else, though, and you better hope the on-board businesses have you covered.
In my case, I just wanted a sandwich. Like one does when at sea. Thankfully, there were sandwiches available, and they weren’t even ruinously expensive! Even more thankfully, the sandwich I had didn’t even suck (though the picture I took of it certainly did). Rye bread, lettuce, and chicken salad with the barest hint of a trace of a smidge of BBQ sauce. All in all, it it the spot.
* Which I do!
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This was rather a delicious sandwich, and quite substantial as well—the picture only shows you two of the four quarters. Should be pretty self-explanatory.
I guess you could even call it a BLT with chicken salad, rather than a chicken salad sandwich with bacon, but that raises the issue of which meat is primary and which is secondary. Bacon is usually relegated to second fiddle, acting as some kind of modifier (e.g., “cheesesteak [with bacon]”, “[bacon] cheeseburger”, “[baconated] manwich”); unless it’s the sole meat (“BLT”) or present in ridiculous and attention-whoring quantities (“Wendy’s Baconator”). In this case, I could go either way. Chicken salad is normally a primary meat, and it would be perfectly reasonable to call bacon an adjunct; but the the third bun in this sandwich performs an interesting function, separating the chicken salad from what would otherwise be a complete and fully-formed BLT. So it’s really almost two sandwiches in one, conjoined twins sharing a common bun.
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Chicken salad.
At the Outer Banks, as in life, sometimes you’re ocean-side and sometimes you’re sound-side — and either way, everyone likes a nice sandwich for lunch. In this case, everyone (meaning me) had marble rye piled high with teriyaki-flavored chicken that I took a chance on and that ended up being quite tasty.
When you’re on a ferry between Tallinn and Helsinki, you’re really the definition of a captive audience. Want some duty-free perfume, toys, or candy? You’re in luck (as long as you enjoy smelling licorice, playing with licorice, and eating licorice, respectively*). Want anything else, though, and you better hope the on-board businesses have you covered. […]
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