From Poke, the London based ad agency, comes The Holy Sandwich, a 24-hour project they did internally as creative exercise slash self-promotion. There are some other fun little creations at their blog.
There are some lovely sandwiches, some lovely images, and some horribly photographed, horribly constructed sandwiches. Some that I would be embarrassed to be seen ingesting. Let that be a lesson: presentation is key - both in sandwich craft and photography. Oddly enough, I think the Ruby Tuesday burger looked the most attractive. But I shop at Wal-Mart and wear Wrangler jeans, so take from that what you may.
(SPOLER ALERT: I AM A GEEKY WEB-DESIGNER) Now, I have zero ground to stand on, as my cross-browser testing is non-existent (looks fine in Mac Firefox!), but the as you rollover the user-submitted sandwich photos, you lose some of the information on the first and last items. I know, I know, it was done in 24 hours, so I’ll give them a pass. But c’mon, if you’re showing it off to the public - go back and correct some errors!
This brings up an opportunity for you, our loyal community members: send us stuff, like a review with photos, or news, or ideas, or crimes or SOMETHING. We’re lazy, and we’ll gladly turn the keys over to you for a day.
This is happening. To one-up my good friend Steve (works in computer sales in California) today, who has some sort of announcement, I’m making an announcement of my own - I still eat sandwiches.
That’s right, I’m not wasting away, eating full dinners and appetizers only - I eat sandwiches. Lots of ‘em. And I promise to keep you in my sandwich-eating loop. But not just sandwiches that I eat, no no.
(I actually just took my lunch hour while writing this and ate a burrito. More on that later.)
There is definitely more - industry news, shop talk, the future of sandwiches. Zac doesn’t know this yet, but this is taking off. And I (we) mean it this time.
Well, this has sort of turned into a week of scary bad news, hasn’t it? First, loved ones are gettin’ stabbed by sandwich-crazed loons, then we find out having too voracious of an appetite for sandwiches (and not chewing very well) is dangerous, and now, the ultimate: sausage sandwiches will kill you. Well, getting loaded to the point of being 5 times the legal limit (which, I assume, in England, is already like double what it is here), and passing out while eating said sausage sandwich, that will kill you. But the immediate nature of that is what worries me, since I am burdened by the crushing reality of how my steady diet of sausage-bacon-guacamole-cheeseburgers will eventually kill me. But that’s not RIGHT NOW.
And I haven’t even mentioned that I’ve had to curtail getting up in the middle of the night and making a peanut butter and banana sandwich (or three) - THAT WILL KILL YOU, TOO!
I’m scared.
One day, people are “accidently” stabbing loved ones while making a sandwich, the next they’re passing out while eating a sandwich and driving. And the culprit was a ham sandwich. Ham sandwiches of the world, haven’t you taken enough from us already???
Now, some people might say that eating while driving is dangerous anyways. To those people, I say: drive-thru! They wouldn’t be allowed to serve food through an easily-accessible-by-car window if it wasn’t perfectly safe to do several things at once while driving, like I’m doing now. Hell, I’m making a PB & J while I tap this out on my iPhone, goin’ 75 down the parkway. Outta the way grandma!!
Just be careful out there taking your very large bites of sandwiches, everybody.
Look, people: sandwiches are dangerous. Don’t leave your children alone with them (especially if you have not properly cut the crust off!), don’t eat a sandwich if it has not been in your possession since you left the house, and don’t go waving your large, sharp sandwich knife (which you need to keep VERY sharp) all willy-nilly around the kitchen.
If proper sandwich safety isn’t observed, bad things can - and WILL - happen. Like, oh, I don’t know, you might stab your longtime companion in the stomach, then eat a ham sandwich - WHICH IS ALL YOU WANTED TO DO IN THE FIRST PLACE, BEFORE THAT IDIOT WALKED INTO YOUR KNIFE. Geez, cops, just relax. They love each other, how about you drop the charges? Done.
I like how the stab victim turned it around: “No, that was ME eating the sandwich, while bleeding, not her. And I wanted to go to bed. It was turkey sandwich, after all - it had nothing to do with that knife wound.”
