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by Nameless
The state of breakfast sandwiches in Seattle is abysmal. Why am I paying $15 for a bacon, egg, and cheese? As a local of the NY tristate space and a former resident of NYC, it completely pisses me off to no finish.
This isn’t a luxurious sandwich. This isn’t a sandwich you get up at 7 a.m. to attend in line for 45 minutes to get. It is a sandwich for the individuals. It’s a sandwich for the development employee on their technique to their early morning shift. It’s a sandwich for the working single mother who simply dropped her children off at college and desires nourishment earlier than going to work. It is a sandwich for the broke teen who cobbled collectively $5 in quarters to get an after-school snack and Arizona Iced Tea with their buddies. That is why the bacon, egg, and cheese has been a mainstay of NYC bodega tradition for thus lengthy.
It’s not concerning the elements. Hell, it’s not even concerning the sandwich itself. It’s about what the sandwich represents—a tasty delicacy made by the working class for the working class. Till Seattle cafes and eating places reckon with this reality, we’re doomed to mediocrity.
Oh, and don’t put scrambled eggs in your bacon, egg, and cheese. And for the love of God, please use a tough roll.
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