
I don’t generally go for mile-high sandwiches. They scratch up the roof of my mouth and make me feel like a social pariah while eating them. There is something about attempting to unhinge your jaw that makes you a less than ideal dinner guest. But every now and then I encounter a sandwich of ponderous bulk that is completely worth the risk of injury to both my mouth and my pride. At the age of five, it was the Big Mac, which I swear were a lot less squished in the 90s than they seem to be today. Then I graduated to the Club Sandwich. And now, finally, my giant sandwich of choice is yet a larger club – this Turkey Katsu Club Sandwich.

