Exhibit A: Remember Zac’s foray into burger-pizza-chicken experimentation?

Well, Burger King sat up and took notice. It certainly doesn’t look as tasty (or as badass) as Zac’s incarnation, but think of it as the dumbing down of a sweet concept car by rounds of marketing fools, so you get this instead of this.

You’re welcome Burger King.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.”

Here’s the old and new version, from Brand New:

Your feeling about the man himself aside, this is a beautiful sandwich. As Peppi’s describes it themselves, “a sausage and burger juggernaut topped with egg, american cheese.” Peppi’s is great at combining 2 different meats to outstanding effect (see the Big Nate - a chicken and steak combo - and well named, to boot), and the #7 carries on the tradition, like James Harrison as a Steelers LB. It’s been a city favorite since it debuted Big Ben’s rookie year, and going on a Friday before a big game (like today) is always a bit of an ordeal. We’ve figured out to order early, and go pick it up (we’re geniuses, by the way).

And this is the goodness that ensued:

(not my picture, I can’t take credit for it. I had no camera, other than my dreadfully not-as-cool-as-an-iPhone phone)

Fresh bread, slightly spicy sausage, and surprisingly good tomatoes all put into perfectly proportioned, very well crafted sandwich form. I think that last part is an important aspect of what makes Peppi’s Old Tyme Sandwich Shop great (aside from the “y” in Tyme), and that’s craftsmanship. The sandwich doesn’t come close to falling apart. And I was watching the kids put them all together. They care. It’s like it’s their life work. Peppi’s might be more Pittsburgh than Primanti’s. Actually, not might be, is.

5 out of 5 frilly toothpicks.

So apparently, Donovan McNabb goes to Talk of the Town before he goes on big road games, and his “luck” in those big games convinced David Akers that he needed some “luck” before kicking three field goals last week to beat the Giants of New York.

Based on Donovan’s propensity to do this:

during road games, I’m not sure that this is the best thing for Akers to emulate. Here Donovan is fertilizing the Tampa Bay grounds, and his more infamous decision was to take time out of the last few minutes of the Super Bowl in Jacksonville to look for his dog, Ralph. Not sure if he found him or not. But they lost.

We DO need a word for “sandwich love,” or we’ll fail, just like the ancient Greeks.