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| - Wacky sandwich! Damn, I love me some wacky sandwich.
Backstory: Someone left a Lee's Sandwiches menu on the kitchen counter. It could have been me; I'm really not sure. But I spotted it while making coffee, then spent the next four hours lusting after a ham, head cheese and pate bahn mi.
Yes. Ham, head cheese and pate. Fuck you. It's delicious.
But it's also in Chandler. I think. Gilbert? Edge of Mesa? I don't really know, but what I do know is that the corner of Dobson and Warner requires that I cross both the 101 and the 60. Both of them. In one trip. I was tired just thinking about it.
Instead: Arai Pastry. Japanese sandwiches. Not the same as bahn mi, no, no at all. But it was Euro-Asian goodness, and that's what mattered.
Spicy teriyaki chicken topped with a slice of American cheese (wha?), spicy mayo (not "chili aoili," mind you -- Arai is not that kind of place), jalapenos, lettuce and tomato. On a nice big wheat baguette.
Spicy. Random. Delicious. And thanks to good ole American ethnocentrism, my stomach is more than happy to lump all Asian sandwiches together under the same umbrella. Hunger solved.
Thanks, wacky sandwich!
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