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Originally Posted by Cynthetiq
can't you just ask for a Cuban with bacon?  |
Wouldn't be a Cuban anymore, Hoss. That's the paradox that is
the Cuban.
I had a sammich (That's the proper spelling, by the way. Like "breffis", the first meal of the day.) today that knocked my socks off. It was called an Italian Sailor, and had pastrami and pepperoni with swiss, hot, on pastrami, with this chunky grainy mustard. Killer.