There’s a standing joke about the quest for the perfect club sandwich. It’s the holy grail of travelling if you will. Why? I’ve no idea. Perhaps it’s because it seems to be difficult to get “just right” – especially in a foreign country.
We spent an inordinately large amount of time and effort on this whilst in Thailand.
This usually involved Pat trying to explain that he wanted the “bacon crispy.” The net result was usually a rather nasty sandwich. I think we ended up with just crispy lettuce on one occasion.
The above pictures are the first chance I’ve had to order one here. It was not good. Too soggy. 2/10 see me after school.
The quest continues..