Sammich Bloggin'

Hey there mister, that's a mighty fine lookin' sammich you got there. Eric, the Straight White Guy, has done posted about Reuben sammiches. Man I love a Reuben, if there's a better sammich I don't know what it is. Now I miss them, damn it. Sure I've got the stuff in my fridge to fix them, but it ain't the same.

There was a sammich joint on the Outer Banks of NC, between Hatteras and Nags Head, that made one kick ass Reuben, served with Sweet Potato Fries. Just thinkin' about that sammich brings back a flood of memories, happy times folks, happy times.

Prior to getting married I used to make the two and a half hour drive just for the sammich, sleeping on the beach, surf fishing and body surfing was just an added bonus. The sammich shop closed down several years back. Some damned Yankees came in and bought it, then turned it into a "Caribbean Cafe", sonsabeyatches.

When the War of Northern Aggression gets fired up again, after halftime, I'm burnin' that joint to the ground. Another twenty years or so and we'll have sufficiently lulled them Yanks into a false sense of security, then it's GAME ON. Until then I'll just daydream about a simpler time and place where a tasty Reuben was just a short drive away.