Between the Bread

This weekend I'm heading down to warmer climes (good riddance, San Francisco winter in July!). Perhaps I should take a pair of these Brisket Flip Flops. Or not.

Thanks to Elka for the find. Speaking of vacations, sorry posting has been sort of light lately. Sandwich coverage will be back in full force on Monday.

Since Skinny Girls, Big Sandwiches seems sadly defunct, I'm keeping the dream alive, with help from the fabulous Alicia Hortman Hartfield, who should be an inspiration to us all. As the guest at a recent wedding, she didn't let her sandwich craving interfere with her dancing and merriment agenda.

To anyone planning to attend our upcoming wedding, please note: there will be sandwiches and there will be a dance floor. Do with that what you will.

Meanwhile, send your sandwich photos to nancy@betweenthebreadblog.com.

When he's not writing about hamburges, my blogger buddy Justin at The Hamblogger is a globetrotting photojournalist. Last week, while on assignment in Afghanistan, he met US Army PFC Hauser, who has one of the coolest tattoos ever. Even cooler, he let Justin snap a photo for my blog. Simple, yet profound.

Thank you, sir, for your service and your devotion to sandwiches. Between this and the lifetime sandwich discount at Melt Bar and Grilled, I'm starting to think I should get a sandwich tattoo. See the arm art in all its glory after the jump.

I have always argued that the sandwich is the quintessential American food. So I'm glad that sandwich wised up and decided to run for office. Vote for sandwich. While you're at it, be sure to lobby for solid construction and a good bread-to-filling ratio.

To see two more sandwich ads, including a play on that super-creepy Carly Fiorina sheep ad, just read more

Have you ever eaten so much sandwich that you just had to lie down and give your body over to digestion? I have, several times, including my first trip to Ike's.

Now, for those times, there is the burger bed, which, as my buddy Adam points out, gives a whole new meaning to "between the bread." Don't you just want to curl up in there with some bread gloves?