|Satisfying, but not a sandwich.|
Recently my wife and I found ourselves in Stratford, Ontario, a short stop on the way from St. Thomas to Toronto.
We'd visited at a coffee roastery in St. Thomas, Las Chicas del Café at 750 Talbot Street, in the beautifully restored red-brick Canada Southern Railway Station. (St. Thomas was once known as the railway capital of Canada. Now they have a craft brewery called Railway City Brewing Co. Try the Dead Elephant IPA.)
If you're anywhere near St. Thomas, stop in at Las Chicas and say hi and pick up a couple bags of beans, roasted on site. The proprietors, Maria Fiallos and Valeria Fiallos-Soliman, gave us some cherry-infused cold brew they'd made that morning, noting that they didn't sell cups of coffee on site, only bags of Nicaraguan beans from obscure varietals. They noted that their coffee was served at cafés throughout Southern Ontario, including Revel Caffe in Stratford.
So we decided, why not. We drove to Stratford, found Revel, had coffee, then looked for a place for lunch.
We happened on The Red Rabbit. I had an open-faced slow roasted brisket sandwich, with a fried egg on top.
It was delicious, but it is not a sandwich. As my complete, unambiguous sandwich definition notes, anything impossible to eat with my hands without excessive hardship does not qualify. So I'd categorize it as tasty, filling, flavourful, juicy, savoury, satisfying—but not a sandwich.
Then we went back to Revel for another espresso. It was great.