Beef Burgundy HeroMicki Myers
Jutting diagonally across the page, the sandwich, encased in a red-and-white checked napkin tucked into a basket, has been waiting an awfully long time for its picture to be taken and has developed a slightly opaque sheen, so that what had once been a hard-core split centerfold of beef in toasted baguette lips all shiny and running with juice, is now looking a bit embarassed, and just wants to be paid and call it a day. The parsley-sprig pubic hair looks great however.
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