Or, Dan makes a meal out of his meat and political beliefs
He was giving me a litany of his previous jobs one night and I don’t know why the only thing that came alive in my head was the fact he’d worked at a deli.
I suppose it’s because I immediately imagined, just like I do when I think of him as manager of an all-night diner called Sparky’s, that he was wearing those tiny paper-boat caps, which I have always found endearing.
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While some in the copy crew were assembling tacos another day, he let slip that he was “obscenely proud” of his ability to make a good sandwich, the cornerstone of which was his talent at meat-folding.
When a colleague asked about the role butter played in the assembly, I don’t remember if Dan was arguing for or against it, but I do recall he made an impassioned speech (right up there with his rutabaga manifesto).
When he consumed an entire sword of a baguette at work, and “inhaled” an entire pizza, I knew he was serious about his bread by-products.
He had promised to make me an excellent sandwich, and later he made us all a tantalizing offer to haul over some deli meats and make a sandwich station out of one of the Globe’s empty desks so the subs can eat subs. But it was more than a year after I’d moved away when I finally badgered him into giving me his sandwich demo.
Just as he described it, I asked for a sandwich, and he gave me … a show.
Dan’s Manwich from K Servando on Vimeo.