Quite a few people I know have a fetish for the “Dirty Ronin”, a sandwich that has outlasted the cafe it was created at. And why not? Every aspect of it is faultless - the bread (a slightly thicker looking but still very light thing nowadays) is toasted to a crunch, the ratio of the savoury, spicy chorizo to cheese, soft-boiled egg, avocado, crisp lettuce, miso and mayo - exacting.
From the first bite, eyelids flutter and a sense of satisfaction spreads through the body. This pleasurable sensation doesn’t abate until the “Dirty Ronin” is but a memory and perhaps, a few crumbs to dust off.