A lot of amazing things happened this weekend. It was the Adventurous Young Mazamas Winter Weekend, and I ended up rock climbing at Smith Rock, snowshoeing at Bennet Pass, cross country skiing at Trillium Lake. But forget all that - I had an *amazing club sandwich* at this place called Charlie’s in Government Camp. One of the guys there was from Germany, so we had to explain the “club sandwich” concept to him. This one was exactly the way it should be. The bread, white bread, was toasted to perfection, with some caramelization from light butter. Then there was fresh crispy bacon, turkey, ham, lettuce and tomato, Tillamook cheddar and mayo, cut into quarters, put together into triple deckers, then stuck together with long toothpicks. It was perfection. As I rode around this great country of ours, I learned that when you’re in a town you don’t know, the key is to order the club sandwich. Every diner makes one, and it’s kind of the way I judge a place, now. Forget hamburgers; that’s boring and greasy. It’s all about the club sandwich.
I will leave you with the wikipedia article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Club_sandwich. That’s a pretty good looking club sandwich, right there.