The Jasper club scene

So this was delicious. But, delicious or not it had some major flaws for a purist like myself. Cheese? Onion? Why? The focaccia bun I can let slide because it was yummy. Finding only one slice of tomato nearly made me cry. Luckily I had a dry, thin piece of romaine lettuce to sop up any would be tears before anyone noticed. Where's the pork? I think this place was called the Jasper Brewing Company or something. The sandwich was fine but failed as a club.

Annie would like to point out that the soup was amazing.

This was probably the fastest club ever made, which may explain why they forgot the mayo. It was good-ish, but cold turkey on hot bread with warm bacon is a muddled way to serve this kingly sandwich. Iceberg lettuce is a great friend to the club, giving every bite a fresh crisp crunch. On this occasion the bacon had an overdone crispy crunch as well, which is not necessarily a flaw - Who doesn't like crispy bacon? - but rather just one more indication of the slapstick, thrown together nature of meal. Mayonayonnaise? Check out that garnish! Nothing compliments fresh toast like a soft and soggy slice of pickle draped on top, except for one so artistically placed as this. Did I mention there was no mayo?

Petro-Canada, you fail.

Cheese does not belong on a club sandwich. Never, ever. Why why why do these two bit cooks think that putting a slab or two of orange shit on the house sandwich is going to spruce it up beyond compare? Why not do something fun with the mayo, or mix up the bread? And romaine lettuce belongs in a ceasar salad, it does nothing for the club. I don't want the bits of leaf that didn't make a salads cut put into my, what should be, delicious club sandwich. We've all had a club that looks great. Seemingly bountiful with all that it should be, but then, and this is especially true with the classic quarter cut presentation, you take your first bite. And it's great! It has everything you ever wanted, and you think to yourself, this is happiness. Then you take your second bite and all you get is dry toast and some tiny chunk of tomato. What the fuck, right? Presentation is nice, and from this picture you would think, 'gee wiz, that looks tasty'. Little do you know that you're the butt of some cruel joke. There were four mediocre bites in this meal and the rest was eaten out of pure necessity.

Whistle Stop Pub, you fail.

Annie would like to point out that the soup was awful.