Fusion food and Storefront Con-fusion @ New York Subway

Fusion, whether it be a theoretical concept of energy creation, a women's football team http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cleveland_Fusion, or a process of accultaration and bilateral cultural exchange, is usually seen as a positive (but don't get me started on the Cleveland Fusions' weak secondary and non-existent d-line).

For my first real, authentic, no-filler sammich blog, I decided to rate the Indian inspired Burritos at New York Subway.

The Restaurant name is fitting for a Linda Richmond-esque rant: New York Subway, neither located in New York nor an underground mass transit system... discuss. Despite the somewhat confusion name, New York Subway have long been an O.G. in the Toronto Burrito game (The Ice-T of stuffed tortillas).

It is, pleasentries aside, a bit of a dump, located in the heart of Queen West.

NOW TO THE MAIN EVENT: THE SAMMICH

The burrito they serve are more oblong shaped then the goliath-shaped offerings of ball'o'torilla'and'stuffing that Burrito Bandidos and Big Fat are known to serve .

I decided on the regular Lamb Satay burrito, which was about 4.99 plus tax. I wholeheartedly endorse this burrito. The lamb was equal parts crunchy, sweet and greasy, the tomatoes were fresh and I left feeling only partial meat comatosed.

Fusing interesting flavors with sammich templates is something I have been interested in since my former roomate Oscar's mother described her attempts for the the elusive Kazakh-Salvadorian (can you say pupusa with yak milk cheese and horse meat!?!?!?)

On the modified J Karantonis Opa scale, I would give this fused burrito a 7.5/10

Pros:

- Delicous lamb meat

- good balance of sweet and spicy

- inexplicable name had me starring off to the stars

- No horses or yaks were harmed in the making of said burrito

Cons:

- Some of the meat was over cooked

- slightly too much satay sauce

Next up, a cheezboiger cheezboiger-esque experience with the wacky Greek line-cooks at the Mutual Street Deli, me continuing to 'celebrate my Jewiness' at the Corned Beef House AND our very installment of the don't knock it till you've tried it section @ Annex Submarine.

Sandwich History

Sandwiches, as Roland Barthes once said, are a "delicious treat yearning for latent mythologization".

Many people tend to attribute the creation of sandwiches to that feisty English Noble "lil'' John Montagu, the Earl of Sandwich, who was too damn busy ballin/opressing serfs to actually cut his meat and bread separately . I challenge one of my readers to dispute his claim that "getting my greasy mutton hands on my playing cards is elephant-pooping on my cribbage game" (note photo evidence is required)

I however feel that sandwich invention vis-a-vis bread must be seen as a Chicken and Egg scenario (Chicken, Egg and Vis-a-Vis Sandwich review to follow). I imagine the first bakers', when taking their yeasty treats out of the oven for the first time said something like this: "Man I can't wait until someone invents Miracle Whip so I can fux with a Ham and Cheese".

IMO the sandwich represents one of the truly comprehensible things in our world. Bread + Filling + Condiment= perfection!

Later this week, TGCSB (not an erotic sounding yogurt spin off company but rather the anagram of this blog) will be reviewing: lamb satay burritos, a french fry stuffed roast beef sammie and a spattering of pastrami, smoked chicken and pulled pork.

The Appetizer

This is my first foray into food-blogging, and for that matter non-lankyjew travel blogging, so I ask that all of you readers be patient as I get my sandwich blogging game up to par.

As an internet sandwich enthusiast I have longed for a site with an authoritative listing of the tastiest, hugest and most stupefying sandwiches this great Dominion of Canada has to offer.

We will be featuring delicious sandwiches, paparazzi oops-style sandwich shots (turkey on rye w/ mustard slip) sandwich gossip and all the sandwich news thats fit to print.

And to close off this appetizer post, one my favorite sandwich jokes:

A club sandwich walks into a bar and orders a Vodka Martini with a twist.
The bartender says, "I'm sorry, we don't serve food here."