An old colleague practically begged that I make a Shooter’s Sandwich as one of my new things this year. As soon as I saw what went into one, I was in. I also thought Father’s Day would be a particularly fitting time to treat myself to such a heart-stopping concoction.
And it didn’t disappoint. I almost wish we’d taken the whole thing to a park, snuck in a mug of beer and went to town on the thing. Settling for a the back deck under a beautiful blue sky didn’t seem like too much of a tradeoff though.
Looks like it’s going to be a good week for lunches. If I make it through the night of course.