Okay, so I might be exaggerating as this really kind of a contradiction of what really happened but it made me feel so good that I can't help but smile. It's a big deal, so don't laugh okay?
Alright so there is this sandwich shop right on the corner of our little street called the Alternative Tuck Shop. (A 'real' tuck shop is up the street and is one of those little "1 shop fits all" concepts were its literally just a small room which opens to the street and sells everything from yogurt to coffee and pens and magazines.) So this sandwich shop is famous. Its delicious and everyday at about noon it is PACKED (not to say that there is much room in there anyway). But the sandwiches are raved about the guys who run it are absolutely brilliant and so nice. (not too bad looking either, call you "love" or "dah-ling"). Anyway, a couple days ago I bought myself some gluten free baps (a bap to england is what a bun is to the states). They're fairly good and not very crumbly and I'm relatively pleased with them.
Well I thought to myself, if the guys are the Alt. tuck shop are so nice, why don't I bring them a bap and ask them to make me a sandwhich?
So I packed my little bap up and took it to the shop, all grins and expectations. Too bad there was a line out the door. Oh well, I wasn't that hungry any way.
So after I went to study at the coffee shop for a while I decided it would probably be past rush hour and I went over on my way to the Library. There wasn't anyone in there so I timidly go in and ask "if I give you a bap, can you make me sandwhich on it? you see I can't have gluten." The guys look at each other and the one
shrugs and said, "yeah, what would you like, love?" My heart melted a little.
I then realized that they have salsa. And chicken. So I said I wanted a Salsa and chicken sandwhich! But then the guy behind me orders a chicken and jalapeno sandwich.
ADD JALAPENOS! PLEASE~!
So they do. Salad on that, miss?
Oh you play to my heart gentlemen.
But then I get up to pay. I was fully prepared to pay the price of a normal "Build your own bap" from the board. Something like 2.35 pounds. (About $4.50USD). But then he scratches his chin and says "Oh sooo that will be about *scratch* sixty pence your you."
I had to keep my jaw from dropping. "Are you sure?"
"yeah, love. 60 pence."
I walked out with a sandwich. Ladies and gentlemen, a sandwich.
It even came wrapped like any other, NORMAL sandwich.
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