Life of a working guy sandwich

It is not terribly exciting to be a sandwich. Like it or not, you need to know your place in the stylish world of delectables.

You can’t compare yourself to the ever-popular desserts. Those snobby chocolate types, draped in strawberries, won’t even look your way. Nor can you compete with fancy salads and hearty soups — they get to play with ingredients, stay on trend, and make themselves look handsome.

It’s hard to be noticed when you’re a working-guy sandwich. All you can offer is a simple filling and an even simpler purpose: to feed the office types rushing about their daily business. They’ll have their moment later with sophisticated dinner sorts, but now all they want is a quick bite.

But let me be honest. If you’re a sandwich from Earl Canteen - made to order, with roast pumpkin and gorgonzola piccante, or free-range pork belly with apple, cabbage and fennel — you’ve made it. You’re on par with the sit-down dinners served at night, with dim lights and grown-up conversation.

I am one of those selected few, handmade at Earl Canteen — an aristocrat of a sandwich.

I know I won’t survive past lunchtime. But isn’t that the point? A life short, but spectacular, where every moment counts.