One sandwich was sad, dry and pitiful on a flavorless roll. Stuffed with a meager portion of French ham and cheese. Stingy. The roll was huge, hard, the tiniest smear of mustard did nothing to moisten or help flavor this miserable fodder. I was hungry, but not that hungry. Pulled the piece of ham out and tossed the rest in the trash.
Sandwich two was glorious, fat with a thick slice of turkey meatloaf, moist, tender, bursting with flavor, slathered in aioli tinged red (pepper? tomato?) The roll was perfect, crunch on the outside, moist and chewy within. The original plan was to eat half, save half for the following day. It never saw the light of my refrigerator.
Sandwich one -- Monsieur Marcel in the Farmer's Market (love their olive barrels)
Sandwich two -- Joan's on Third