A Different View
We are elevating the humble sandwich to new heights
A Different View with Dave O’Connell
There was a time when a sandwich was a simple affair….a slice of ham between two pieces of buttered bread – and the height of sophistication was to cut them diagonally instead of just folding them over. Indeed you might argue that ham turned an ordinary sandwich into a posh snack – most of the time, bread and jam was more the order of the day than Denny’s.
But now a sandwich is a work of art – you can win awards and national acclaim for putting things with clashing or complimentary tastes between slices of bread, pieces of toast, or embedded into a big roll.
We’ve lionised the sandwich with hit songs about the joys of the heart disease-inducing breakfast roll – an entire meal, including soft fried egg, in a bap.
We even adopted other nation’s notions of sandwiches…like the kebab, a meal specifically designed to get more grease and sauce on your shirt and trousers than you could ever possibly get down your throat.
The only impediment to the contents of your ideal sandwich is your own imagination – that, and the powers of your digestive system.
So when did the humble sandwich become an object d’art?
The first time we noticed that there could be more to this figarie than mere bread, butter and a piece of meat was when the Yanks came home for their holidays, looking for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches – we’d heard of peanut butter, of course, although we’d never had it.
But how were we to know that what they called jelly, we called jam?
On the other hand, they must have thought we were Neanderthals with our crisp butties or scallion sandwiches.
Perhaps this was the origin of the fusion sandwich – although jam and peanut butter didn’t quite gel on this side of the Atlantic and pastrami on rye was really just something Woody Allen ate in movies around Manhattan.
New York is normally ahead of the posses on most cultural fronts, so it’s no surprise that the city that never sleeps has also come up with some of the more bizarre sandwiches to keep its population wide awake.
Options like baguettes blobbed with sea-urchin roe and smeared with Korean-mustard-oil butter, milk-braised turkey leg on Pullman, or oak-smoked salami squished into an onion roll.
It’s a long way from Tayto or brown banana in your school lunchbox.
There’s a blog called Three Hundred Sandwiches, the work of Stephanie Smith, a thirty-something writer living in Brooklyn who tracks her journey through love with her boyfriend, Eric Schulte – simply known as ‘E’ – in terms of the 300 different sandwiches she will make for him along the way.
For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.
A Different View with Dave O’Connell
The only time in your life that you should ever utter the words: “Do you know who I am?” are if you’ve just had a bang on the head or you are unfortunately suffering from dementia.
Because, otherwise, the phrase ‘do you know who I am’ only serves to make things a whole lot worse.
Normally, the phrase is unleashed towards late night door staff on a wave of alcohol – and never once in the history of time has it produced the result the utterer had intended.
The doorman may well know who you are which is often the very reason you’re not getting into the place in the first instance – or if he doesn’t know who you are, he won’t be unduly influenced when he does, unless you’re a famous movie star or his long-lost cousin.
‘Do you know where I am?’ might often be closer to the phrase you’re looking for, because that would serve you well when you’re looking for a taxi.
‘Do you know who I am?’ is a threatening phrase that in truth wouldn’t frighten the cat. But if you’re anxious to dig the hole a few shovels deeper, you should follow up with ‘I’d like to speak to your manager.’
Managers can be elusive at the best of times, but they’re normally rarer than hen’s teeth when it comes to the small hours of the morning – and even if they’re there, they are most likely watching proceedings on CCTV…just so they know who you are, in case you yourself can’t remember.
‘I’d like to speak to your manager’ suggests that you and he or she are from the one social sphere which is several strata north of the one occupied by door staff.
For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.
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As it turned out, we were much closer to a Eurovision win than we could ever have imagined – not Ireland, of course, because we’ve now mastered the art of just sending cannon fodder to be blown out in the semi-final.
No, this was just two of us – myself and our eldest – who were lucky enough to be at Anfield for the Reds’ recent win over Brentford, where positioned in the seat right in front of us were four happy lads from Finland.
One of them, we now know, was Käärijä, the singer of the catchiest song at Eurovision, Cha Cha Cha.
But just a week before 7,000 people sung his catchphrase at the Eurovision Arena, he and two his mates – accompanied by an older bloke who had to be either his dad or from the national broadcaster – sat anonymously in the same corner of the lower level of Anfield’s Main Stand.
He was utterly unknown to us as well of course, and the only thing that saw him stand out was his green nail varnish. Live and let live, of course, but it still ensures that you make an impression even if it looks like you were just very late for St Patrick’s Day.
Käärijä may well be Liverpool’s greatest Scandinavian fan, although the bar for that is set fairly high, given that they invade the city in greater numbers every two weeks than the Vikings did just once during the first millennium.
Equally, he may not be a football fan at all – although, as the rest of the week proved, he sure loves a crowd.
Positioned as we were in the corner of the Main Stand, the next section to us, around the corner in the Anfield Road Stand – currently adding a top layer – was occupied by the visiting Brentford supporters.
For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.
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A Different View with Dave O’Connell
Contactless payments reached a record €17.9 billion in Ireland last year – up by 31 per cent on 2021, as people came out from under their Covid shell and appear to have left their cash behind them.
Figures from the Banking & Payments Federation found that – despite the cost-of-living increases – the Irish public made three million contactless payments a day, worth an average of €53 million in the final quarter of 2022.
Given that there are 3.8 million people in Ireland over the age of 18, that means that almost every single one of us tapped the card every day last year.
And again, on the presumption that there are a few who still prefer peeling a fifty off a wad of notes, the true figure may be even higher, as we eschew actual money every time we go into a restaurant, bar or shop.
Then comes the monthly morning of reckoning when you open your statement – electronic of course because, like paper money, banks don’t deal in paper statements anymore either – and your guilty secrets unfurl like a rap sheet before your very eyes.
Five taps of a Friday night in the local, followed by a five-ounce burger meal on the way home.
And just why did you need a family-pack of crisps when a small bag would have done? Was all that beer and wine really for a party, or a night in just for one?
Cash provided plenty of dark corners to ignore your profligacy, but there are no hiding places in the contactless world.
Worse still, until that morning of reckoning arrives, you’ve no clue how much you’ve spent, and handing over the card doesn’t hurt half as much as parting with hard cash.
For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.
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