In my youth sandwiches were simple affairs. Two slices of bread or a halved bun with a bit of meat (maybe with pickle), cheese and tomato or, at a hungry pinch, jam in between.
Now, as my arthritic jaw opens less and less (None of your wisecracks, Mr SW) sarnies have grown taller and taller to the extent that they now require scaffolding.
When I first encountered such a beast I simply removed the acaffolding and ate the sarnie in two halves but even that is impossible now. I am unfit to order and eat a sarnie in public. It has to be a private indulgence.
I love the ones over here where I can really imdulge myself with tuna, guacamole, olives, coriander, artichokes and lots of other squidgy stuff. But the sight of me actually eating one would put all other diners off their meals.
Maybe the time has come to serve the contents as a salad, with knife and fork, and the bun or bread on a side plate.
“There is always a well-known solution to every human problem - neat, plausible, and wrong.” H.L. Mencken