When I woke up this morning food was on my mind, yes food was on my mind so I went to the kitchen just to ease my pains. Bunged microwaved egg onto bread, sprinkled on bacon chips & parmesan, a dash of dressing, anchovette paste spread, topped with lettuce & put a lid on it, then I got a feeling... I had invented the ceasar salad butty. Is there a market for a new book, maybe 'Baby Boomers Butty Book' or 'Back to Butties' with a blurb like 'Are you fed up with bagels, bagettes, fuccaccias, brusheddahs, pockets, wraps and have you had a gutful of pizza shaped garlic bread, eastern rolls, california rolls, open sandwiches and have trouble getting your mouth around your order, let alone your food.....?.' Post your responses in next question cos I may have rambled on too much here.
Not Only But Also, in cafes on my travels, I was forced to loudly order menu items named CATs, BATs, SPLATs, CLAPs, POCKSs, CLOTs, etc, being say Chicken Lettuce Onion & Tomato. No matter how much my husband wanted the Peperoni Olives Capers Ketchup & Salad, he didn't have it.