JT loves himself a club sandwich.
I have to say that I find this amusing. Every time I make him one, I remember the green seats on the white iron chairs at the Gottschalk’s Department Store lunch room of my youth. I imagine JT joining the lunching ladies with their shoes that match their pocketbooks and tidy club sandwiches stacked on the glass plates. He’ll be a bit of an anomaly with that crowd because when he’s hungry he has the table manners of a wolf. But they’ll all enjoy the small talk. And the club sandwiches will be delicious.
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