Dorian and I went on a spontaneous date night last night, courtesy of one of his patient’s $25 Appelbees gift card to him. When I meet this patient, I might have to hug them. It was so nice to just go out, and not have to worry about money. He told me about the gift card at lunch time, so I had our little datelet to look forward to all afternoon long. I looked at the menu online and knew immediately what I would be ordering. The California Turkey Club.
Oh, my goodness, I love club sandwiches. And this one, sounded like it would be the King of all things Club. Marbled wheat bread, melted mozzarella cheese, sliced turkey, crispy bacon, ripe tomatoes, fresh lettuce, and a creamy avocado ranch dressing. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. And the sandwich tasted just as scrumptious as it sounds. Scrumptruelecent, really. Sometimes, I am astounded at how such a basic combination can taste so ridiculously delicious.
And, as if anyone wants to hear me crying about Mexico anymore, our resort had incredible club sandwiches too. I ordered them from room service, ummm…well actually more times that I can count…so a lot. Which, heh, explains a little bit about why i’ve had to work a bit harder lately at that whole weight thing. Ooooops. But, the room service/club sandwiches. Focus, Kristen. They were delicious. And every single time I ordered one, it was made a different way. The same basic ingredients, but always something added or subtracted…and always stacked differently. Some tasted better than others, but all tasted wonderful.
I think it’s fair (cliche, but fair) to say that I could live on club sandwiches, alone. No other sandwich compares. And the fat girl inside of me is eternally grateful to Applebees for bringing my sandwich obsession so much closer to home. The End.
Funny that you mention that club sandwiches were made differently every time you ordered them in Mexico. It's true! It's like that with everything it seems. Such a lack of standards and continuity. Oh, how I miss it so.
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