Sorry I can't help. The only sandwich I long for is, sadly, a distant memory. A stand in Alhambra, California, circa 1960's and 70's, called The Hat. Served either a roast beef dip or a pastrami dip. A crusty Italian loaf cut in half, piled very high with beef or pastrami, then submerged in a cauldron of au jus for the beef or a cauldron of (?) pastrami jus, wrapped in butcher paper and served dripping with juice and a huge pickle. When they changed bread supplier it just didn't quite taste the same. Like when someone you love passes, you may still find people who are wonderful, but jut not the same.
Remember the way it was, but don't expect the new to be clones of your past. Be thankful for your good memories.
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