Now I know everyone always complains about airline food, and on my journey back from America I was pretty pissed, they had given me a meal that was not a sandwich. A veggie lasagne, a side salad, a bread roll. Where’s the sandwich, I asked myself. Then I realised they’d given me a bread roll and a small plastic knife, I can only imagine Nicholas Cage felt the same level of adrenaline during the filming if Con Air.

Airline bread, cherry tomato, lettuce, grated carrot, airline lasagne.

A first class upgrade.

Ever wanted a grilled cheese sandwich that didn’t make you feel guilty for having such a base level type of food? No, me either. HOWEVER, if you have ever wanted an upgraded grilled cheese sandwich with good coffee while looking out at the place where they locked up Al Capone, I highly recommend you get your butts to Mugshots in Philadelphia.

Goats cheese, spinach, tomato, red onion, pesto, on grilled ciabatta bread.

Absolute delight, don’t know if it would work with tomato soup though

Ever wanted a grilled cheese sandwich that didn’t make you feel guilty for having such a base level type of food? No, me either. HOWEVER, if you have ever wanted an upgraded grilled cheese sandwich with good coffee while looking out at the place where they locked up Al Capone, I highly recommend you get your butts to Mugshots in Philadelphia.

Goats cheese, spinach, tomato, red onion, pesto, on grilled ciabatta bread.

Absolute delight, don’t know if it would work with tomato soup though

I don’t know where the people following this blog are from, I don’t know where the people following this blog have been. But hopefully we all share one thing - an unbridled appreciation for sandwiches. That appreciation bought me to the Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia. If you have never been there I cannot recommend it more. There is food (fresh) EVERYWHERE. And it’s all good stuff. The missus insisted I try something Jewish, so from Hershels east side deli counter I ordered a white fish sandwich, expecting that small amount of filling you get at places like subway or in prepacked sandwiches. I could not have been more wrong.
Brown crusty bread, lettuce, tomato, white fish (what sort I’m not sure), more white fish, bread.
 Absolutely amazing. As a place of sandwich and food tourism The Reading Terminal Market is a must. Oh, and you get a pickle with it, WHICH IS THE BEST IDEA EVER. U! S! A! U! S! A!

I don’t know where the people following this blog are from, I don’t know where the people following this blog have been. But hopefully we all share one thing - an unbridled appreciation for sandwiches. That appreciation bought me to the Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia. If you have never been there I cannot recommend it more. There is food (fresh) EVERYWHERE. And it’s all good stuff. The missus insisted I try something Jewish, so from Hershels east side deli counter I ordered a white fish sandwich, expecting that small amount of filling you get at places like subway or in prepacked sandwiches. I could not have been more wrong.

Brown crusty bread, lettuce, tomato, white fish (what sort I’m not sure), more white fish, bread.

 Absolutely amazing. As a place of sandwich and food tourism The Reading Terminal Market is a must. Oh, and you get a pickle with it, WHICH IS THE BEST IDEA EVER. U! S! A! U! S! A!

(apologies for the lack of sandwich based updates, I’ve been ridiculously busy)

I’m sure this is going to shock any Anerican followers, but do you know what we don’t have in the UK? SMORES. That’s right, so upon my visit to the US, they were forced on me, despite my pleas. Okay, there were no pleas, except for more. I don’t know why these haven’t migrated to the UK yet because they’re bloody good.

Graham Cracker, Hershey’s chocolate, fire-roasted marshmallow.

Phwoar. Also, had to experiment and made one with a chocolate chip cookie, also bloody good. Come back to us America, come back to us and bring your smores.

So. Philadelphia, the place of a million sandwiches. Or like, 5 or something. Anyway, I went to Isaiah Zagar’s Magic Garden, which is incidentally since seeing it, my favourite work of art I’ve ever encountered, it is on south street in Philly, which is basically pretty similar to Camden in London, take from that what connotations you will. However, after this, I was bloody hungry and hankering for a sandwich. So I came across a lovely little eatery called Maoz, I’m fairly sure they’re garnering a reputation and there’s one in London also for anyone in the UK (Well, anyone in London). So, I order special number 1, handover far too much money because I still don’t understand American money and in return I get a pita bread with Falafel and cooked aubergine (Well eggplant, since I was in America), and then I get to fill it with all the guff available to me.
 Wholemeal Pita Bread, Aubergine, Humous, Falafel, Cooked Sweet Peppers, Tabbouleh, Coleslaw, Pickles, some sort of garlic-y-mint-y yogurt
 VERY TASTY. Unfortunately, as is the hazard with all pocket based breads, its difficult to keep the flavour consistent throughout the sandwich, so I did have to top up the fillings now and then and it did get pretty dry towards then end. Still, bloody nice falafel and if I see a Maoz elsewhere in the world I will be more than tempted to pop-in. 

So. Philadelphia, the place of a million sandwiches. Or like, 5 or something. Anyway, I went to Isaiah Zagar’s Magic Garden, which is incidentally since seeing it, my favourite work of art I’ve ever encountered, it is on south street in Philly, which is basically pretty similar to Camden in London, take from that what connotations you will. However, after this, I was bloody hungry and hankering for a sandwich. So I came across a lovely little eatery called Maoz, I’m fairly sure they’re garnering a reputation and there’s one in London also for anyone in the UK (Well, anyone in London). So, I order special number 1, handover far too much money because I still don’t understand American money and in return I get a pita bread with Falafel and cooked aubergine (Well eggplant, since I was in America), and then I get to fill it with all the guff available to me.

 Wholemeal Pita Bread, Aubergine, Humous, Falafel, Cooked Sweet Peppers, Tabbouleh, Coleslaw, Pickles, some sort of garlic-y-mint-y yogurt

 VERY TASTY. Unfortunately, as is the hazard with all pocket based breads, its difficult to keep the flavour consistent throughout the sandwich, so I did have to top up the fillings now and then and it did get pretty dry towards then end. Still, bloody nice falafel and if I see a Maoz elsewhere in the world I will be more than tempted to pop-in. 

Philadelphia is famous for 3 things outside of America: The Rocky Films, and Cheese-steaks. Naturally, I had to try a cheese-steak while I was here, unfortunately I don’t eat meat so I couldn’t get what one would call an authentic experience, luckily however, The Mrs. knows a vegetarian/vegan place on South Street called Govindas where they do lovely fake meat cheese-steaks among other delights. So naturally I was a little bit excited.
Hoagie, Grilled Green Peppers, Soy-Cheese, Vegan-mayo, Lettuce, Tofu/Soy-Chicken Stuff.
SOOOOO GOOD. Philadelphia you do not disappoint. I highly recommend Govindas to everyone in the area, very friendly staff too, which is always nice. One time I attempted to make a cheese-steak back home, but I didn’t have any meat or cheese in the fridge. Luckily there was a field next to my house with some grazing cattle, so I hopped over the fence and managed to corner a cow. I managed to coerce it through the gate and into my back garden. Suddenly my mom slammed open the back door which and the noise startled the cow and it ran straight into the house, and knocked itself out. At this point my mom got scared and said “You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.” I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought, “Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!” I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

Philadelphia is famous for 3 things outside of America: The Rocky Films, and Cheese-steaks. Naturally, I had to try a cheese-steak while I was here, unfortunately I don’t eat meat so I couldn’t get what one would call an authentic experience, luckily however, The Mrs. knows a vegetarian/vegan place on South Street called Govindas where they do lovely fake meat cheese-steaks among other delights. So naturally I was a little bit excited.

Hoagie, Grilled Green Peppers, Soy-Cheese, Vegan-mayo, Lettuce, Tofu/Soy-Chicken Stuff.

SOOOOO GOOD. Philadelphia you do not disappoint. I highly recommend Govindas to everyone in the area, very friendly staff too, which is always nice. One time I attempted to make a cheese-steak back home, but I didn’t have any meat or cheese in the fridge. Luckily there was a field next to my house with some grazing cattle, so I hopped over the fence and managed to corner a cow. I managed to coerce it through the gate and into my back garden. Suddenly my mom slammed open the back door which and the noise startled the cow and it ran straight into the house, and knocked itself out. At this point my mom got scared and said “You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.” I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought, “Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!” I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

So. I needed a snack for breakfast. Dunkin’ Donuts was there, I thought “Sure, I’ll have an Egg and Cheese wrap and a coffee, that’s a fine breakfast.”
Then I get presented with this.
What the fuck Dunkin’ Donuts? Did I do something to you? Did I come onto your girlfriend? Did I insult a member of your family? Did I single-handedly damage your business in some way? OR DID I JUST ASK FOR SOME GOD DAMN BREAKFAST RATHER THAN FOAM FOLDED IN PLASTIC?
Plastic wheat tortilla, Foam egg, plastic cheese.
Du-not go there for sandwiches.

So. I needed a snack for breakfast. Dunkin’ Donuts was there, I thought “Sure, I’ll have an Egg and Cheese wrap and a coffee, that’s a fine breakfast.”

Then I get presented with this.

What the fuck Dunkin’ Donuts? Did I do something to you? Did I come onto your girlfriend? Did I insult a member of your family? Did I single-handedly damage your business in some way? OR DID I JUST ASK FOR SOME GOD DAMN BREAKFAST RATHER THAN FOAM FOLDED IN PLASTIC?

Plastic wheat tortilla, Foam egg, plastic cheese.

Du-not go there for sandwiches.

So, after 23 years on this planet I finally got myself a passport and went on a plane, it wasn’t a reluctancy to travel, I was just really lazy, and there’s lots of sandwiches to keep me occupied in the UK. But on new years day of this year I arrived at Philadelphia Airport with the intention of exploring new horizons, and more importantly new sandwiches (also visiting the mrs, but that was less important).
So my first stop was to a magical place called Wawa, apparently this place only exists around the Pennsylvania area, why it doesn’t exist worldwide however, I am clueless. They have a sandwich machine. A god damn sandwich machine. Imagine subway, but without having to deal with people. Did I mention that they’re open 24 hours a day?
So I get to the sandwich machine, and honestly, I just chose every option I possibly could. Apologies if I forgot any fillings but I wasn’t paying attention to what I was choosing, I was in a manic state of sandwich delirium.
Kaiser roll, Jalapeños, Sweet peppers, Spinach, Lettuce, Pepperjack cheese, Another Cheese, Onion, Pickles, Tomato, Cucumber, Buffalo blue cheese sauce.
Amazing. God bless America.

So, after 23 years on this planet I finally got myself a passport and went on a plane, it wasn’t a reluctancy to travel, I was just really lazy, and there’s lots of sandwiches to keep me occupied in the UK. But on new years day of this year I arrived at Philadelphia Airport with the intention of exploring new horizons, and more importantly new sandwiches (also visiting the mrs, but that was less important).

So my first stop was to a magical place called Wawa, apparently this place only exists around the Pennsylvania area, why it doesn’t exist worldwide however, I am clueless. They have a sandwich machine. A god damn sandwich machine. Imagine subway, but without having to deal with people. Did I mention that they’re open 24 hours a day?

So I get to the sandwich machine, and honestly, I just chose every option I possibly could. Apologies if I forgot any fillings but I wasn’t paying attention to what I was choosing, I was in a manic state of sandwich delirium.

Kaiser roll, Jalapeños, Sweet peppers, Spinach, Lettuce, Pepperjack cheese, Another Cheese, Onion, Pickles, Tomato, Cucumber, Buffalo blue cheese sauce.

Amazing. God bless America.

So I got brave and made another soup sandwich, they really are the best, I ten to hollow out the bread first so you get to dunk that in your soup, and then put that soup with the dunked bread still in it back into the original bread. That’s some meta-soupwich stuff. 

Different soup this time though: white bread, heinz root vegetable and potato soup

So I got brave and made another soup sandwich, they really are the best, I ten to hollow out the bread first so you get to dunk that in your soup, and then put that soup with the dunked bread still in it back into the original bread. That’s some meta-soupwich stuff.

Different soup this time though: white bread, heinz root vegetable and potato soup

Sometimes you just don’t want a savoury sandwich, sometimes you want something that says “HEY, I HAVE THE PALETT OF A 6 YEAR OLD AND I DON’T GIVE A FUCK BECAUSE THAT TASTES FUCKING AMAZING”

I present you with the chocolate and banana sandwich

White bread, chocolate spread (Nutella is the dream if you have it) and sliced banana.

Treat yourself, someone’s earned a treat today, since we’re a social creature that surely means you get a treat, right?

Sometimes you just don’t want a savoury sandwich, sometimes you want something that says “HEY, I HAVE THE PALETT OF A 6 YEAR OLD AND I DON’T GIVE A FUCK BECAUSE THAT TASTES FUCKING AMAZING”

I present you with the chocolate and banana sandwich

White bread, chocolate spread (Nutella is the dream if you have it) and sliced banana.

Treat yourself, someone’s earned a treat today, since we’re a social creature that surely means you get a treat, right?