Pike Place Virgin

3 Girls Bakery
I think the dude who took my order wanted to warn us.

It's too big. You couldn't possibly.

Kai ordered this meatloaf sandwich which turned out to be the size of my torso. I wasn't paying attention when he was ordering, I was ogling peaches and cherries. I would have made him order the fatty meatloaf on some kind of a pullman loaf, but maybe he had the right idea to let it rest on a crusty baguette, a little structure. I would have gotten lettuce and tomato, maybe a squirt of ketchup, but he added swiss.

He would have happily inhaled it on his own, but I beat him to it. My egg salad on sourdough was dense and eggy, but needed something, maybe pickles. Different from the yolks I know: the yellow was like a Easter sunday buttercream yellow, the white was like snow. The tomato was awesome, the greens poked out from the sandwich like a flouncy bedskirt.

And this was just 11:30.

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Sauerkraut and the eggy yeasty pastry: yuck.