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Way back when I was
fourteen or so I accompanied my parents on a trip to Europe. Part
of that excursion involved stopping in Paris for a few days. During
those few days I pretty much ate nothing but chocolate croissants
and croque-monsieurs. That was back when I still dug on swine (or
at least tolerated it). Today, I’m proud to say I’m ham free, but
will occasionally have like a clam chowder or a potato skin even if
it happens to have a baco-bit or two in it. So when I saw the turkey
croque-monsieur on Fresh & Co.’s menu I thought why not throw
caution to the wind and party like I was in Paris (minus the pig).
One bite and I was transported not back to France circa 1996 but to
52nd Street to the Cafe Metro that I used to eat at every other day
when I worked in Rock Center. There was just a similar crappy quality
to the sandwich-- a sandwich that looked good on the surface with
its strange seeded bread, but sadly lacked the crispness one would
hope for in a croque-monsieur and had less meat on it than Rose Byrne.
I've done it! I somehow worked in a Rose Byrne reference in a sandwich
review! Anyhow, the place showed promise on the surface, but ultimately
disappointed where it counted. And now I must bid you adieu monsieur
blech. [MF]
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