Sandwich Spot

 






















Dear fellow grubbers,

It is my honor, as the Treasurer, to take one for the team and finally write for the blog. After months of resisting I decided it was finally time for fear of being PYT’d repetitively by every founding father.


Todays grubventure was one of the best yet and i am thoroughly disappointed that founding father Aidan Hamilton was not present (He was fast asleep in Thun’s AP Psych class). We love you and missed you. After getting out at one o' clock for some unexpected stoopness by administration, conditions for grubbing could not have been more perfect. With unlimited time, we were daunted by the task of picking a place to eat, but I am glad we finally decided on The Sandwich Spot, one of my favorite grubberies in Santa Monica and a place that I had recommended earlier.




I know what you all are thinking... there is no sandwich better than Bay Cities’ infamous Godmother.. But seriously check this place out. They serve daaaaank sandwiches for around 8 cuts with free chips and drinks for students.
Back to our grubventure:

Driving to the Sandwich Spot, we were all so hungry it was almost unbearable. The hunger pains were so bad that I even heard Denny crying in the back seat. Thank god the homie Mladen was able to comfort him and reassure him that food was on its way. Driving up Ocean Park, we passed the Counter and various gourmet food trucks and we were tempted to stop. Thankfully our grub instincts took over and guided us to our destination. After parking, Sam Adams quickly swooped on 12 of Gary’s quarters and started feeding the meter like it was a hungry lion and I almost PYT’d him on the spot for being a such a basch (I would end up thanking him later).


After walking into the Sandwich Spot, our nostrils were filled with the scent of fresh baked bread and various meats. It was so overwhelming that we almost had to call Charlie Sheen’s nose doctor, but thankfully we didn’t.

We were greeted by two beautiful, bearded, sandwich artists who took our orders. I ordered #20 “Lorne the Creator”, a delectable combination of housemade roast beef, bacon, cheddar cheese, BBQ sauce, and “bomb” sauce (Jalepeno mayo) all on their famous “crunch bread” with other typical sandwich condiments (see above). Denny and Sam followed my lead but forgot to ask for bomb sauce (I should have reminded them). Mladen ordered a sandwich which included their delicious marinated chicken, pepper jack cheese, and bomb sauce on a sourdough roll. (see right) It looked dank and I almost asked for a bite but i feared the inner-Serbian within him. The meal came with free chips and a drink b/c of their clutch student discount but we were all disappointed that they had run out of Mrs. Vickie's Jalapeno chips and Hawaii Maui Onion chips. We settled with lays and proceeded to grub.


Upon opening our sandwiches, we were all in awe. They were beautiful. Denny began to cry again, but this time tears of joy. The first bite was amazing. The juicy roast beef combined with sweet BBQ sauce, crispy bacon, and spicy “bomb” sauce made for an amazing flavor combination. Sam Adams decided to ignore typical social rules of PDA and make love to his sandwich right there in the middle of the restaurant. Denny proceeded to weep and Mladen grubbed like a true Serbian.

Denny shedding tears of joy.

Mladen grubbing tough.

Sam making sweet love to his sandwich.

After finishing our sandwiches, we are all experiencing the Perfectly Stuffed Effect (see Good Stuff blog). Looking around the restaurant, we felt at home. We dined at a small picnic-like table in front of a TV and the bearded sandwich artists handed us the remote and told us we could watch whatever we wanted. We decided to not take him up on his offer and instead enjoy the simple whims of conversation. After nearly an hour of discussing everything from college to economic theories, I suddenly realized the meter had probably run out so we all dipped. On the way out we realized that they had refilled the chip shelf with dozens of Miss Vickies Jalapeno chips and we all PYT’d our- selves for not waiting. Thanks to Sam Adams putting way too many quarters in the meter, we made it back to the car with 5 minutes to spare.

Overall, it was one of my favorite grubventures and I know we will return to try their endless menu of amazing sandwiches. I could not have asked for a better place to write about to pop my blog cherry.

Peace,

Jake “the Treasurer” Squier