And then one day I suddenly found myself in Salt Lake City, Utah. It was early morning, so around noon, and I decided to leave the proverbial cave to hunt for the morning’s breakfast. After I ran my options through the probability matrix, I decided on something northern European, perhaps a bit Belgian. While I wanted something primal, perhaps some smoked meats, or leg of mutton, the woman wanted something light, fresh, and appropriate for the morning feast.
Alas, I can’t fault the lady, since the Waffle Monster was delicious! The waffles tasted great- Light, fluffy, and a touch sweet. The vanilla bean ice cream and fresh strawberries paired with it nicely too. However, this light start for a breakfast could not satisfy the beast in me.
All hail! The Machine Gun Sandwich!! Check that bad boy out! This little beasty is stuffed with 2 merguez (lamb) sausages, Belgian frites, and topped with Andalouse sauce, all on a fresh baguette. There’s nothing I would change about this sandwich, it’s just spot on. With every bite I felt my hangover retreating. And within what felt like mere moments, all I had left was a full belly and a guilty grin on my face. Now properly provisioned to face the day, I went about the task of finding out why exactly I was in Salt Lake City to begin with. Huzzah!