That’s what Henry Hung, writing for the Baltimore City Paper, wants to know. When I read this article, I knew immediately that I had to post about it. Rarely do I read articles that speak so directly to both my heart and mind. Hung’s opening paragraph is a thought that has raced through my brain hundreds of times:
“I order the sandwich, make a quick assay, and am forced to conclude that the person who assembled it doesn’t much care about sandwiches or sandwich eaters. I resign myself to rebuilding it. You see, as an irredeemably obsessed food freak, I take sandwiches quite seriously, and I demand uniform meat distribution.”
