Tastes Like Chicken

I think I know how Michelangelo felt after completing the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, or Neil Armstrong after becoming the first man to walk on the moon, or Michael Phelps after winning 8 gold medals at the 2008 Olympics.  

I'm convinced that it's the same way I feel about my stuffed Challah French toast at Sabrina's.  How can it possibly be topped?!

And despite what you may think, I'm not out of line comparing that epic meal to one of the world's greatest works of art, the race to the moon, or an unbelievable series of strenuous athletic events because, some people find food to be art and believe it belongs in museums, I ate it before the Russians, and finishing the whole thing was harder than learning the butterfly stroke.  

I rest my case.

But, the Chicken Parmesan sandwich at Greek Lady is still fantastic!  Logan and I nearly always get chicken parm if it's offered at a restaurant because we love it so much, and we agree that this is one of our favorite ones (2 out of 3 MacLeans vote it their favorite chicken parm sandwich, so act now! - I feel like an infomercial.  The Billy Mays of food.  Bleh).

Pure fashion show glamour shot.

Picture the chicken in all of its breadcrumb-crusted elegance clothed in a flowing, red marinara dress bejeweled with sparkling, sequin-esk, grated Parmesan studs strutting down the provolone-carpeted, hoagie roll catwalk with disarming allure.

I hope that was awkward to read because it was SO much fun to write.

I just wonder how suspect I look to people when I'm taking pictures of my food in restaurant during the crowded lunch hours. I felt odd though cause there was this lady who was staring at me the whole time.  Stop creepin' on my food!  I'm working here.

I'm just glad I have friends who aren't weirded out when I pop my camera out from nowhere and start snapping pictures between chewing ginormous bites.  Possibly cause they find it hilarious.  I'm friends with this weird dude who takes pictures of what he's eating so he can write about it.

But in full disclosure, I sometimes pick where I'd like to eat based on where I'd like to take pictures of food.  Truth bomb.

 Another money shot.  Actually me finding the godbite.  Let's play Where's Waldo with this sandwich.  See if you can find where in the last picture this corresponds to...

...middle of the right half of the sandwich.  Just the right amount of crunchy, breaded chicken with plenty of cheese and sauce.  I frequently like the ends of the sandwich but they often tend to be lacking what it takes in the cheesy and saucy departments.

Almost there.  Let's go completely doctor-nerd on this.  Divide alone the sagittal plane and remove the left hemisphere.  There ya go...

Props to Julie for taking this picture and not judging my eccentricities.

...And there it is - along with my patented "dum [sic] happy look."

 Yum.