Here’s the reveal. Listen, if you don’t enjoy sandwiches like these, I automatically have a problem with you as a human being. I have to wonder what in the hell is up with your psyche. I’ll call this a true-to-life manwich, a molecular structured testosterone fueling edible entity meant to give the consumer veritable superpowers to tackle the day or perhaps to cap one off with a meal before bed. Today, it’s merely a treat, a delicious and delectable treat to be sure.
I forgot to add tomato to the title. Oh well. No need to change it now. You can see what your own eyes.
Obviously cooked in a cast iron, the greatest cookware known to humankind.