You may be familiar with the Italian Beef, a Chicago roast beef sandwich you can get dipped, completely, in Meat Juice (or jus, if you insist on trying to be classy while dipping a sandwich in Meat Juice). Order "gravy bread," and you get nothing but the bun, soaked, completely, in Meat Juice.
Eva: If this is what a gravy train is like, I don't think we'll be getting anywhere anytime soon.
Mike: It looks like bread that stayed in the bath too long.
Ian: The problem is there's one part where they held it, while they dipped it in the Meat Juice, and that part's not invincible.
Miles: I think this is the closest I'll ever get to knowing what it feels like to be a baby bird.
Robert: I appreciate a food that appeals to multiple generations: pre-tooth babies and post-tooth seniors.
Mike: You're right. Knowing this is out there makes the idea of growing old not so scary.
Ian: This is what the Tooth Fairy should leave under your pillow. "Sorry you lost your tooth, kid. Gum some soggy bread."
Mike: This is great. I love dipping my bread in gravy, but hate the strain on my wrist and elbow.
Robert: The gravy is turning the bread back into dough!
Ian: We're eating the Benjamin Button of sandwiches right now.
Eva: This is the best accidental food invention since leftover pizza crusts.
Miles: Word has it that Gravy Bread got its start when Richard Daley accidentally dropped his grocery bag in a mud puddle.
Robert: I like a food that melts in my mouth, but I really prefer if it waits until it's actually in my mouth.
Ian: I bet this would be very popular with the North Koreans in World War Z. I'm sorry I've made two references to Brad Pitt movies today.
[The verdict: Delicious, and you can use all the energy you saved by not chewing to exercise the calories away. Probably to be avoided if you don't like soggy things, but I really like soggy things.]
Sandwich Monday is a satirical feature from the humorists at Wait Wait ... Don't Tell Me.