The unstated reason but obvious reason to order a club sandwich when you’re a child, is to admire and keep the frilly toothpicks that hold the layers together. I used to have a fine collection of them (the toothpicks). One day when I was away at college, my Mom decided to throw them out. As it was for some other things I valued and she didn’t! Her crime never would have been discovered if I hadn’t gone looking for the little creatures. It can be so hard to grow up!
A club sandwich, also called a clubhouse sandwich, is a sandwich of bread, sliced cooked poultry, ham or fried bacon, lettuce, tomato, and mayonnaise. It is often cut into quarters or halves and held together by cocktail sticks. Wikipedia
Since club sandwiches have limited popularity in CA, after moving to CA from New England, I did not have the opportunity to eat one for several years. But when I found one on a menu, my expectations soared.
I now wanted a club sandwich for the combination of edible and tasty ingredients, not just for the toothpicks, surprising as that may sound. The perky toothpicks would just be an added bonus. Little did I expect my toothpick fantasies to be shattered and continue that way until the present moment.
What the hell happened? The frilly, exuberant cellophane extravaganza on the toothpick top was reduced to a sad state. It looked as if had been chewed on by a starving wolf. There were no more glistening loops of colored cellophane. Gone was the promise of a fantastic cellophane kingdom. Confusion and disappointment descended. The only answer I have come up with to explain this outrage is that the manufacturing of this specialty item must have moved to China. I’m sure they saved lots of money on the cellophane cutback. But I’ll never forgive them! Some thing should never be tinkered with.
