Drop the mic, stick a fork in me or whatever, them’s the rules, I’m DONE! At The Sandwich Shop, we stick to them rigorously — it’s our sandwich mantra. If all six of those things are present in your sandwich, or on any plate of food, you’ve a horse worth backing. IT’S THE SECRET OF DELICIOUS.
Despite my fat mouth, I’m not a complete plonker. I don’t expect anyone to bake the bread they eat at home or to casually whip up mayonnaise for sarnies to be eaten on the train.
We bake our own bread; you can buy it. We make our own piccalilli; the supermarket sells it. We cook beef for 12 hours; you can use leftover stew. Substitutes are there and ready for you. The thick, serious crunch of one of our cassava chips perhaps, could easily be replaced by a Flame Grilled Steak McCoys.