At a party this weekend, conversation turned, as it often does (well, at least among my friends) to sandwiches. A friend's husband spoke rapturously, picturesquely, almost lasciviously of a sandwich maker in Park Slope for whom the art of sandwichery is not so much a job as a sacred calling.
His descriptions of the sandwiches themselves bordered on the pornographic, but sadly, geographicals details were not so precise. Or hell, I'll admit it, I may have been in too much of a cheese-based haze to properly pay attention. Either way, the details that floated to the top were that the sandwich maker is Japanese, and the store perhaps somewhere on Bergen Street. Anyone have more specifics? As much as a creature of habit as I tend to be, I've come to admit to myself that it might be neither psychologically nor physically ideal for me to have precisely the same lunch/breakfast every single day and I really ought to expand my neighborhood repertoire.