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Post by skyfire on Oct 28, 2009 15:09:24 GMT -5
I had the idea for one of my novellas to take place against the backdrop of a small-time independent sandwich shop.
The main draw for this shop would be something called the "Europan."
The sandwich is your choice of 1 European-style meat, 1 European-style cheese, and 1 type of mustard on your choice of European breads.
The sandwich is then deep-fried and covered in powdered sugar.
Grand total? $3. Drinks and sides extra.
If this was something real, would anyone go for it?
Thanks.
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Post by The Watcher on Oct 28, 2009 15:16:08 GMT -5
It's tough to say. The sandwich isn't defined. It's an undefined sandwich. Or, in mathematical terms, it's
sandwich/0
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Post by MaybeNever on Oct 28, 2009 16:32:31 GMT -5
That sounds a lot like the Monte Cristo sandwich that Bennigan's used to have. I understand a lot of people liked it, but I found it to be revolting. I have a fairly cast-iron stomach, and I literally threw up after eating it. So no, probably I'd pass.
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Post by Bezron on Oct 28, 2009 16:45:58 GMT -5
It sounds exactly like a monte cristo...
Deep fried sammich=bad....
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Post by spaniel on Oct 28, 2009 16:46:43 GMT -5
That sounds friggin' horrible. And I ate a grilled cheese tuna sandwich with mango chutney, red onions, and chili powder(my bro is awesome.)
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Post by davedan on Oct 28, 2009 17:04:29 GMT -5
Covering a savoury sandwich with powdered sugar after deep frying it? Wow you Americans are sick fucks. I can see how it might attract some people in the same way that necrophilia or fucking your aunt mabel attracts some people but really?
However having reviled your sandwich I should say that one of my favourite sandwiches is vegimite, potato chips (just salt), and bacon, which really doesn't leave me in any position to talk.
If your novella were set say in Memphis it could be an homage to Elvis being the 'Mama's Fools Gold Sandwich' - which is a triple decker mashed banana and peanut butter sandwich deep fried (not sure if it was powdered with sugar - I don't think even elvis was that fucked up)
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Post by yojetak on Oct 28, 2009 17:39:19 GMT -5
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Post by Sandafluffoid on Oct 28, 2009 17:42:48 GMT -5
That sounds like pretty much every sandwich I've ever had, apart from the bit where you deep-fry and sugar-coat it. The first time I read this my mind skipped that bit simply because I could not understand why anyone would do something so cruel to such a beautiful thing as a sammich.
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Post by yojetak on Oct 28, 2009 17:47:00 GMT -5
Now if you called it "The American" I'd totally buy into it's believable-ness. Or call it "The Fatass Texan."
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Post by SimSim on Oct 28, 2009 17:53:05 GMT -5
Why not just mention a common sandwich?
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Post by Jebediah on Oct 28, 2009 18:39:16 GMT -5
That sounds a lot like the Monte Cristo sandwich that Bennigan's used to have. I understand a lot of people liked it, but I found it to be revolting. I have a fairly cast-iron stomach, and I literally threw up after eating it. So no, probably I'd pass. Man. I love that sandwich.
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Post by spaniel on Oct 28, 2009 18:47:14 GMT -5
Here's a better idea: deep fried lard coated in chocolate, caramel, marshmellow, whipped cream, and powdered sugar, and served on a bacon cupcake?
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Post by Sigmaleph on Oct 28, 2009 21:26:30 GMT -5
I'd eat it. But I'm immune to gaining weight and have strange tastes.
ETA: That was in reference to spaniel's suggestion. I still wouldn't eat sky's sammich, I hate mustard. And cheese.
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Post by skyfire on Oct 28, 2009 22:33:17 GMT -5
Long and short of it is that I had an odd dream one night that involved visiting a sandwich shop at the city limits of a podunk town that was growing entirely too fast for its own good.
And the Europan was indeed on the menu there.
I started bouncing ideas around after I woke up, and came up with a vague story idea.
Does that help give things a little context?
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Basic story plot -
A 20-something college student attending school in a college town burns out one particularly bad Saturday night and goes for a cruise. He ends up at a place called "Last Chance Sandwiches," a small but active open-air sandwich shop on the outskirts of town, and stops to have a bite.
It turns out that the shop has become something of a haven for misfits and shooting stars who have crashed and burned somewhere along the way. By virtue of being in the company of others who have fallen, those who go there end up finding some degree of solace and companionship as they begin putting their lives back in order. While everyone there has hit rock bottom at least once in their lives, the majority of the regular patrons are all upbeat about ultimately getting back in the game. This includes one of the student's English lit profs, who ended up in a midlife crisis after his bitch of a wife walked out on him and their daughter a few years back.
In a twist, the shop owner himself is also a crash-and-burn case. His father was a gifted computer programmer who ultimately ended up as VP of an international computer company, while his mother was a dancer of modest repute.* This resulted in him perpetually traveling the world with his parents, meaning that by the time he himself turned 18 he was fluently multi-lingual. He ultimately parlayed his skill with languages into a teaching gig at the college in town, but only lasted a few short years before an incident took place that caused him to switch careers (most of the regulars know about it, but no one likes being reminded of it). He opened up the shop as a haven for those who could use a good meal and a sympathetic ear, and the rest is history.
*In other words, his parents were the main characters of the main novella series I'm working on.
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Post by mistermuncher on Oct 28, 2009 22:51:16 GMT -5
Would it reflect profound ignorance on my part to ask what makes some meats and cheeses "European style"?
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