The News is in. And the News is Good.
Moods were buoyant, even jovial this Monday midday. Something good was in the air...a region-wide gas leak, perhaps? Or something less ephemeral?
A sammy shop with a name as smarmily clever as 'wichcraft would hopefully be a good sammy shop. A sammy shop you can trust. A sammy shop that believes in you. A sammy shop you can bring home to mama.
Once, maybe twice in a century, a sammy shop does something so unexpected, so unimaginable, so unintelligible to the uninitiated, that it literally alters the course of humanity. Ethnic groups come together and sing the Coke song. Questies cast a spell that actually does give them +1 dexterity. Stem cells make babies into something useful.
'wichcraft is that sammy shop.
Look at the picture on their website! It's hard to imagine a sandwich in midtown that imparts even one flavor. There may have been 2 or more in the daily special (BBQ Flank Steak on ciabatta) that the B-Mar and I both ordered. This was a pleasant experience. Also, adequate seating! Big metal trays! Big. Metal. Trays.
Oh yeah, the catch. This place is expensive as fuck. Only on 5th Ave. can you pay ten bucks for some tasty stuff in some bread. Come on people.
Brian is supposed to make a top 5 list of the best lunches we have enjoyed in midtown. Get on him, team.
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