It was 104 degrees on Saturday. I had a ticket to the Serious Eats All-Star Sandwich Festival, but I refused to leave the comfort of my air-conditioner.
Then I got the call: Could I bring $200 worth of $10 dollar bills and four cans of bug spray out to Governors Island for the SE crew and volunteers?
I couldn't fail them. So, I put on a sundress, sunscreen, made a makeshift fan out of the cover of an old Edible Brooklyn and headed out the door.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks: a wave of sizzling, muggy, roasting heat. The wave didn't stop. It kept coming at me.
I battled through, hauled ass to the bank and drugstore, and then hightailed it to the Governors Island ferry.
Landing, I chose to ignore the relentless sun and walked onto the Fest.
Once there, I was confronted by a line of anxious foodies, waiting for the gates to open and the gluttony to begin. Frankly, I was pretty sure a good number were going to head for the ice cold beer, before turning their attentions to the sandwiches. (Not a bad plan!)
I walked past and delivered my goods, just as the gates opened.
Having fulfilled my mission, I decided to try a few of the event's bread-encased delights.
Sandwich gorging, beer drinking and snapshot taking followed.
Enjoy the obligatory sandwich porn...
I'm hoping they make this an annual event -- but that the 2012 Serious Eats All-Star Sandwich Festival takes place on a day when heat stroke isn't a real concern.
Better yet, maybe I can convince them to hold it in front of my air-conditioner.
A sandwich festival? Now that sounds like my kind of event!
Posted by: Meg @ A Bookish Affair | July 28, 2011 at 08:22 AM
Wow, those look very appetizing! I agree that it's better to eat these lovely sandwiches at the comfort of your air conditioned home than somewhere outside. But the sandwich convention sounds like a good place.
Posted by: Dell Ledermann | October 24, 2011 at 01:26 PM