Not gonna say best, or platonic ideal, but my most beloved sandwich: back in my hometown in Connecticut, there was this little independent deli inside a gas station convenience store It was a small operation, they had fresh ingredients and the dude who ran it was sassy as hell. About once a week I would get a hard roll, fresh lettuce, tomato, a slop of mayo, bacon and a serving size that I would describe as a fist of roast beef. It was simple, it was delicious, and it was cheap; I have been chasing that high since.
