saturday night horror

 

I'm only willing to accept partial blame for this one.  Ok, yes, I was the one that came home from the corner store with a package of bologna and a bag of "flamas" (Mexican chili-lime) Doritos.  But when I sat down at the couch with my late night snack, it was a simple bologna and cheddar sandwich with a bowl of chips on the side.  It was only at the prompting of Els did the two combine, against the will of GOD, in unholy matrimony.  I therefor suggest that any hate mail/picketings/prayers for eternal souls be directed at her, and not me.  Even though I'm the one that ate this.... and thought it was GREAT.  Does it make it any less trashy that it was on nice German Farm bread, with imported German mustard and a good sharp cheddar bought at the local co-op?  No, it only makes it that much worse.  What a horribly trashy and shameful sandwich.  But, I think I have some chips and bologna left over in the kitchen right now...... and I do need to eat lunch..... don't judge me!

bologna sandwich

canter's delicatessen, north fairfax avenue, los angeles

I like bologna. That might gross out some people or maybe just seem like a weird thing to say. Yeah, I know processed food in general is gross and grinding up a bunch of meat and pressing it back together is a pretty gross concept. I also like hot dogs and American cheese. If you've been reading this blog you probably know that I am not too picky about what goes into my stomach, and none of this should surprise you. So I'd love to be able to stand tall and say "I LOVE CANTER'S!" and "I LOVE BOLOGNA!" and "THIS SANDWICH WAS GREAT!". But sadly this sandwich was not great, this bologna was not great, and I really regretted not getting another reuben. The meal wasn't a total loss though, because it introduced me to the awesomeness that is Beaver mustard (both dijon and sweet-hot varieties). Can't win them all, I guess.