Today my brother and I had occasion to be in Dublin. We had lunch at one of our places we like that WAS NOT THE MINUTE GRILL.
I ordered a sandwich that was supposed to be fried green tomatoes, pimento cheese, and bacon.
The tomatoes were not green. They were, in fact, red. Which makes a big difference, if you know SAS about your vegetables.
It ruined the whole thing for me. Because a fried ripe tomato is a terrible thing.
I ended up pulling the whole thing apart and picking out the bacon and pimento cheese and eating them with my sweet potato fries.
I ended up telling the waitress, who was also the manager, that I didn’t need her to do anything about it, but it was a sorry excuse for a sandwich, and then I felt better about it.
It’s a good thing the lemon pepper pork skins were good.