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I posted this in the community as a stand alone post but its entertaining enough to me that I'm gonna copy it here too.... I was just listening to Ep.138 (Most memorable Sandwich) and the Audible ad came on and Matt mentioned the book he was listening to "The name of the Rose". So this book is also a 1986 Movie starring Sean Connery. Most of the monastery scenes where filmed in Kloster Eberbach in Eltville, Germany. Ready for the crazy part? I WAS IN KLOSTER EBERBACH WHEN I WAS LISTENING TO Ep.138! Mind. Blown. Cool place, and one of their biggest claims to fames is the fact that movie was filmed there. Anyway...Thanks for listening.

Specifically it would be the "Niahlator", a sandwich my wife (Niah) invented involving BBQ pulled pork, coleslaw, swiss cheese, on farmhouse white bread- then grilled. In general it would have to be the EXPERIENCE of the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches my mom made my brothers and me as kids. Using our own homemade strawberry jam that we made together as a family and crunchy peanut butter. Typically this sandwich was eaten sitting in the grass by our pool chased by a tall glass of milk and a chilled no-bake cookie.

One of the sandwiches I remember most vivdly is not one of my favourite ones: A classic convenience store plastic-encased BLT (the kind with bacon that's gone soggy from sitting under too-thick slices of tomato for too many hours) grabbed at Amsterdam Centraal running from a tram to a bus. It contained not only the expected ingredients, but also a sizable chunk of the machine that had presumably put it in its container. There's a bite that'll wake you right up. If I had to pick a favourite one, it'll likely be either fried chanterelle mushrooms on toast (preferrably finished with a heap of cheese in the oven!) or the Club Sandwich my dad has copied from London's Drury Lane Hotel and has made at home several times in the last 30 years. It's what got me into Dijon mustard. I think my key takeaway from this episode is that I don't think about sandwiches often enough.

This is tricky. The Muffaletta from Central Grocery in NOLA is pretty dang fine, but the fact you could just roll in and get one any day of the week kind of dilutes the awesome. I feel like greatest sandwich ever needs to be more finite than that.

MatteBush

Katz Deli New York Pastrami in Rye. Best sandwich ever Came along with a good trip with friends

The Icelandic hot dog. I had it for the first time on a mission trip in 1995 and thought it was the best hot dog I had ever had up to that point (I was only 15 at the time). Six years later, my wife, Sara, and I were stationed on NAS Keflavik and I had to try the Icelandic hot dog again to find out whether my recollection was authentic or based in nostalgia. It was authentic. The iconic place to eat the hot dog is in Reykjavik but wherever that hot dog is served on that beautiful island (and it can be found anywhere from gas stations to Ikea) it tastes the same; I don't know how they do that but I choose to believe it's some old Norse magic. Our favorite place to get the hot dog was in the little hot dog shop across from the air terminal on base. When Sara's parents came for a visit we introduced them to the Icelandic hot dog and they still talk about it to this day. NAS Keflavik closed in 2005 but I have it in my mind to stop through Iceland again just to get that hot dog one more time (or more likely multiple times). Yes, the scenery is stunning but it just gives me something to look at while enjoying the best hot dog I've ever had.

BTW, "The Captain Kidd" is a pub that is famous for its local patrons like Sir Ian McKellan and Helen Mirren (Dame?)...

A week after that, we took the Chunnel and started exploring London. As a sailor, we had to visit Greenwich. We also make a point to visit the oldest pubs wherever we go. We made a planned stop at "The Captain Kidd" where he was hanged and had a "Ploughman's Lunch", which is basically a sandwich with one thick piece of bread. Epic...

I cut off the tip of my finger on a planer making a small piece of teak for a sailboat. I then spent 48 hours awake flying from San Francisco to Paris to meet up with my girlfriend who had spent the previous week with her mother. Upon landing, punch-drunk, I spent the rest of the "Paris" day at the Louvre, trying to appreciate the experience as a lover of all things Renaissance and entertained by the "Da Vinci Code" stuff. While standing between Michaelangelo's "David" and the "Mona Lisa", I almost blacked out. I staggered down the "Rose Line" to where we had AirBNB'd a tiny flat on the Isle Saint Luis and grabbed some bread, meat and cheese from the tiny markets along the alley ways. Best sandwich ever!

Hmm, So I can't say that it is a singular sandwich that is the most important, but a process of making the sandwich. When I was younger my grandmother would insist on toasting every sandwich she made. Peanut butter and jelly, toasted, Grandpa's Mayo Tomato, toasted, BLT, Toasted. Everything went into the toaster oven and was toasted. She has long sense passed, but every time I make or get a sandwich, even now when I make a quick PB&J it has to be toasted! My kids don't understand this and my wife thinks I am crazy. For me though there is a reminder of my grandmother and how she expressed love with her food.

Rob Cochran

It was our fifth anniversary and we were in Syracusa, Italy. The hotel owner told us to go to the Saturday market. In fact, he suggested the sandwich too. We wandered down to the market, enjoying all the exotic sights and smells, then found the young couple making sandwiches. Turns out they both had masters degrees, but with the economy the way it was, they were working at the farmers' market. Wonderful fresh ingredients, a couple of options, some lime zest on top, and 2 euros ...we had the most beautiful sandwich ever. My wife transcribed the recipe and named it "The Beautiful Sandwich". We occasionally try to recreate it with local ingredients - it comes close, but lacks that extra bit of flavor that comes from the Mediterranean sun and the joy of a wonderful vacation.

When I was maybe 5 or 6 years old my grandmother was keeping my cousin and myself for the day. She made us each a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch (this is still my favorite kind of sandwich). My cousin asked for the crust to be cut off of her sandwich. I had never considered this an option, you always just eat the whole sandwich. So I asked for my crust to be cut off too despite the fact that I liked it with the crust on. Right about that time my mom returned from work or wherever she was previously and heard my request. She stopped and asked, "Luke, why did you ask for your crust to be cut off?" I responded "Because I like it that way!" she told me "No you don't, you just wanted to copy your cousin." and, she was right. When we received the sandwiches I ate my fully crusted sandwich and the crusts of my cousin's sandwich. It seems simple but I think this experience was formative for me. I learned that I needn't do what others are doing just because, but that I should do the things I enjoy because I enjoy them. I grew a little more comfortable in my own skin that day, all because of a grilled cheese sandwich.