Warren Zevon was terminally ill in 2002 when David Letterman asked him if he had learned anything facing death.
Zevon didn’t give the late night host a philosophical answer.
He just said, “Enjoy every sandwich.”
Don’t rush through life. Take the time to appreciate the ordinary things.
I have always believed the best sandwich is one made for you by someone who loves you.
Now let’s get something straight…
… I don’t think a hot dog is a sandwich.
No reason, it’s just not a sandwich. End of discussion.
I love a good sandwich, and I live in a city that knows how to make one.
I’d drive for a great Reuben, a deli sub, a meatball sub or an Italian beef
A BLT and a grilled cheese? Those are home sandwiches. Same with a PB&J. You don’t order those, you grow up with those.
My deathbed sandwich?
The pork tenderloin sandwich from somewhere in the Midwest, preferably a state that starts with an “I.”
Pounded thin and hanging over the bun like it is too big for the plate.
Crisp lettuce.
Firm onion.
A juicy slice of tomato.
Mayonnaise on both sides of the bun.
Next up is an oyster po’ boy made anywhere in Louisiana.
And rounding out the top three….
The breaded steak sandwich from Ricobene’s. Located just north of Sox Park. A favorite of Anthony Bourdain, which tells you everything you need to know.
So from here on out…
…Enjoy every sandwich.
Slow down.
Pay attention.
Because the moment you take that first bite, that is the whole deal.
That’s when you realize time is limited and that sandwich is one bite closer to heaven.
Chalkhead Nation, talk to me:
What’s your favorite sandwich?
Did someone you love make it for you?
Is it tied to a memory?
Did you eat it in a place that’s long gone?
Because if anything brings gusto and a little astonishment…
…it’s a great sandwich.
Bon appétit.
