I have various favourite sandwiches. One came from the little deli in Greystones that's been there as long as I was. The one beside the bank of Ireland, owned by two ladies. Since I was wee, I would get their salad bap. A simple affair, just a brown bap with butterhead lettuce, tomato, thinly sliced onion, egg, cucumber - and this wondrous catering mayo, all eggy and creamy and mmmmm. I know not everyone here is a mayonnaise fan, but it was so good, it made the sandwich! It was such a treat. They'd wrap it in clingfilm and put it in a paper bag that it would only just fit in. And I could never wait to get it home, I'd eat it in the car, getting all covered in it and driving dangerously, and have to wipe it up with the bag, but I couldn't help it!
So I was in Greystones for the first time in a while the other day and I decided to go get one, and one for my daughter, as she's been robbing bits out of mine the last few times I got one. And the window was painted out, and there was a board up saying the ladies had retired and thanking the customers for their custom! No! I was traumatised. I moved to Wicklow when I was 7. That's 24 years of salad sambos. I'm so sad.
All my other favourites I make myself. You can't get a nice sandwich in Bray to save your life. What to do??