Stumptown Magazine

Fuck, I’m in a food coma. I wanted to get all of this stuff done this afternoon – lots of blogging, actual work, maybe some bike repair, etc. – but now I’m stuck staring at the Liverpool-Tottenham match at Beulahland with my mouth open like I just got lobotomized. Thanks a lot Big Ass Sandwiches, for removing all the blood from my brain.

I had my first Big Ass Sandwich sandwich today – a roast beef deal – and jesus, it was fucking huge. And good. It had this kind of cheese sauce on it, I don’t know, maybe it was spicy? And seasoned fries. On the fucking sandwich, dude. Which is perfect, because the last thing I need is to waste my time eating my sandwich and my fries separately. THAT SHIT’S FOR SUCKERS. I ate that thing like it was the first and last sandwich I’ll ever have in my life.

So, anyway, my food coma is my fault, not BAS’s. The sandwich was outstanding, and, at this point, they’re probably the best food cart in the city. Plus, today only, they’re donating all of their profits and tips to Mercy Corps in support of their efforts in Haiti. So FUCKING GO THERE NOW, SW 3rd and Ash, we know you’re hungry, we can hear your stomach doing that one gurgley thing all the way over here.