Perfection

Sometimes you just have a hankering for a turkey club sandwich. Not just any old turkey sandwich, mind you, but the real deal: an old school, impossibly tall edifice of goodness. Frilled toothpicks required. It’s probably one of those nostalgic cravings from the days of my youth.

Last night was that night, and I was on a quest for the best. I remembered that they had a decent turkey club at the Cheesecake Factory, but I wasn’t particularly in a mood to deal with the Mall on a Friday night. My other thought? The Double T Dinner on Route 40 in Ellicott City. So off we went.

I was not disappointed.

It was the best of its kind: the bread perfectly toasted with just enough mayo. Real roasted turkey, not deli meat. Generous amounts of bacon, perfectly crispy. The right balance of lettuce and tomato. Even the frilled toothpicks were on point.

Oh, my friends, it is a blessing to find joy on a Friday night after a long and weary week in something as humble as a sandwich. We all need this kind of joy.