I WANT to tell you a story. Well, two actually. Possibly three. Perhaps even four. It’s the epic tale (or tales) of how a lowly sandwich rose from humble beginnings (or, perhaps, more exalted roots), to international fame and fortune, bestriding the globe like a chicken and bacon-stuffed Colossus, an adored denizen of the finest hotels in the world. I’m talking, of course, about the club sandwich, that triple-layered paean to poolside delight, the eternal superstar of the room-service spread.
But back to the beginning, And the
