Between the Bread

San Francisco's Slow Club is aptly named for a lazy Saturday brunch spot. Several weeks ago, before the weather turned icky, Andrew and I found ourselves with a City CarShare car on a sunny day, so we settled on an outdoor table for two and a strict definition of brunch: lunch for him, breakfast for me.

Andrew ordered a roast beef sandwich classically condimented with horseradish and unexpectedly served on focaccia. More than an inch of thin-sliced beef kept it from being to bourgie. I, on the other hand, ordered Slow Club's standout eggs benedict, with a perfectly poached egg on grilled country bread.

Eggs benedict reinforces my belief that an open-face sandwich isn't really a sandwich. If we start calling every dish featuring something on bread, what keeps eggs benedict from being counted?

UPDATE: roast beef for everyone!

If political parties were sandwiches, elections would be much tastier. As negotiators continue to hammer out the fate of the British goverment — currently, an alliance between the Conservatives and the Liberal Democrats looks likely — the UK's Guardian paper wants to know which party's sandwich preference you support.

On the Conservative side, the roast beef sandwich of old England, versus pole-caught tuna with light mayo standing in for the Liberals.Currently, tuna is winning by a slight margin. In the birthplace of the sandwich, can't they just compromise with some Marmite on toast and call it a day?

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