I am not sure why I find the combination of elements which go into the classic Club
Sandwich so perfect, but there it is. Maybe it’s the toothpick which holds it together or the side dill pickle, but when I see one of these puppies on the menu the result is predestined. My traitorous eyes may roam over other selections, but those feeble attempts at rebellion are doomed to fail. In the end, whilst my head may be screaming salad, my heart is with the Club. There can be only one.
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