My doctor always tells me to eat a balanced diet, but I’m pretty sure holding a sandwich in each hand counts as balanced, right? At least, that was my excuse last Tuesday when I ordered a roast beef sub that felt heavy enough to lift weights with.
Halfway through, I realized two things: first, I was entirely defeated by cold cuts, and second, I had officially found my happy place.
There is a special kind of magic in a deli that piles the meat so high you have to unhinge your jaw like a python just to get a bite of the bread. I’ve made it my personal mission to find the most outrageously oversized sandwiches in the desert…