Cuban sandwiches are the perfect example of something that invokes a feeling of “it CAN’T be that Earth-shatteringly good,” when you first hear about it. In all innocence, you’re like “it’s just a pork sandwich, right? How can it be this big of a deal to people?”
But then you have a well-made one, and you want to build a time-machine, just so you can go back in time and slap yourself in the fucking face for thinking that dumb shit. Because they’re absolutely the best sandwich, and you WILL fight anyone who says different.
Cuban sandwiches are the perfect example of something that invokes a feeling of “it CAN’T be that Earth-shatteringly good,” when you first hear about it. In all innocence, you’re like “it’s just a pork sandwich, right? How can it be this big of a deal to people?”
But then you have a well-made one, and you want to build a time-machine, just so you can go back in time and slap yourself in the fucking face for thinking that dumb shit. Because they’re absolutely the best sandwich, and you WILL fight anyone who says different.