I made a pilgrimage...for a sandwich!

Yeah yeah, I know, for whatever reason the press is making a big hub-bub about that lunchtime classic, the sandwich. The SANDWICH people, c'mon?! Somehow it's once again become "fashionable" in the culinary world, go figure? But since I was five, when my dad brought home subs from Le Grand Appetit in Great Falls after many a long hot day slogging in the yard, I've sought after pastramification perfection, and this time I may have found it.

To that end, my coworker Anthony and I decided to celebrate a gloriously sunny day by sneaking out of work and racing from Redmond to Pioneer Square (I almost got a ticket) for the porchetta @ Salumi. Esquire magazine voted it one of the best sandwiches in America, and for good reason: it's unbelievable! Heaps of heavenly seasoned pulled pork, meticulously prepared onions and peppers, some sort of garlicky sauciness, all on a fresh baguette. While I really only needed half, I succumbed to larger gastro-intestinal forces and downed the whole thing. Between that culinary monstrosity and a recent lack of quality sleep, I need a nap so bad...and some nitroglycerin pills...and this lamp....this lamp and this ashtray and these pills, and that's all I need.

Next stop, Kevin Davis' Po' Boy @ Steelhead Diner.

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