
I think we can all agree that being queer is neat—crazytimes in the boudoir!—but sometimes you just want a sandwich. To that end, also in this week's issue: Sandwiches We Have Loved: The Staff of The Stranger Sings the Praises of the Best Thing Since Sliced Bread.
Jonah Spangenthal-Lee on the Firecracker Sandwich, Tubs Gourmet Subs:
"Tubs's Firecracker sandwich is a thing of messy beauty. It's chicken, bacon, a secret 'firecracker seasoning,' pickled jalapeños, Monterey Jack cheese, ranch dressing, mayo—yes, ranch dressing AND mayo—and the obligatory lettuce and tomato, accompanied by a tub of barbecue sauce for dipping, all on a massive roll that has the mysterious ability to sop up barbecue sauce and still maintain structural integrity..."
Megan Seling on the Fire-Roasted Yam Sandwich, Hillside Quickie's Cafe:
"When you take your first bite, your lips glisten with grease, and sweet, bright orange yam mash collides in your mouth with salty, smoked seitan. Thank god for those yams..."
Dan Savage on Midnight Cuban Press Sandwich, Paseo:
"Sandwich delicious... Impossible to eat in dignified manner... Haven't been this greasy since—I won't say when... Told self to think of ass, health, only eat half..."
Charles Mudede on Any Sandwich Made by Maria, QFC deli counter:
"Her face hides nothing, and her heart and hands are one... She can transmit the love she has inside of her into the core of a sandwich. No matter what you select—ordinary rye bread, ordinary slices of roast beef, ordinary tomatoes, ordinary onions, ordinary Swiss cheese—her hands transform into it a feast. And love is nothing but the condition of abundance. This is why the sun (our star) loves us most: It never stops giving us light. It just gives and gives and gives..."
With apologies about the categories above to those who are bi, trans, etc.; while Slog currently offers only the hetero- and homo-normative "Hetero" and "Homo," sandwiches are for everyone.
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