Sandwiches so good they're criminal. Favorite San Francisco sandwich shop Ike's Place has been in the news lately almost as much as it's been reviewed by Yelp. Following an article in the New York Times, Ike's neighbors started demanding compensation in return for long lines and strong smells. I thought the case would go the way of other silly sandwich legal matters, but on Tuesday, a court ruled that Ike's Place will be evicted, though due to a mix-up, the sandwich shop is staying put for now. Amid all the drama, it's easy to forget what started all this in the first place: Ike's makes truly ingenious sandwiches. Now, I present the evidence.
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.
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