Everyone has fantasies. Things they would like to accomplish before they die. I certainly do. I would like to finish hiking the Appalachian Trail with Juan, I would like to spend a summer working with the girls from The Boutique North Face in Montreal, cycle from Montreal to the Hershey’s Chocolate factory in Pennsylvania, actually give a public speech where the audience is naked, so on and so forth, you get the idea. Many fantasies can be quite secretive, selfish and even ridiculous in others’ eyes, but I guess that is what defines them as our own personal fantasies.
Well this afternoon I can say with confidence that one of my fantasies has become reality. I know, I know, anyone from Montreal is hoping that I will be spending time with those beautiful girls, but no unfortunately not- I’ve never been that lucky I’m afraid. This afternoon I walked into my local coffee/bakery and found that a sandwich had been named after me (read: not me, but Altitude Sports). Please keep your applause until the end. That’s right, there is now officially an Altitude sandwich ready for your consumption at Les Cafés La Fayette in the Promenades de Mont-Tremblant development.
A little backstory if you’ll permit. Like the sun sets in the West, I always order the same ham and cheese baguette sandwich for lunch. It didn’t bother my undeveloped palate, but apparently it did bother the chef: “When the heck are you going to order something else?” I get thrown at me one lunchtime. Momentarily flabbergasted, I stupidly mumble something about the rest of the menu not being to my liking. Oops. Anyone who knows me, knows that quick, idiotic retorts is part of my charm- needless to say I make many enemies with my charm. But instead of getting a thrashing with a fresh baguette I got the ultimate question: what would I like? Now asking this to a self-indulgent, pretentious, wannabe writer like myself, gets the old noggin rolling.
So here it ladies and gentleman, the pièce de resistance: it is healthy, filled with eggplant, grilled peppers and sun-dried tomatoes, partly wild with a cream cheese sauce, and undeniably raw and honest stuffed between La Fayette’s 9 grain bread. To me it epitomizes who we are as Altitude Sports. To be honest I have not figured out how we are going to ship the Altitude in the mail, but I will work on that at lunch after I lick my fingertips dry.
Thank you very much La Fayette for not only fulfilling a life long fantasy, but for creating a piece of culinary history.
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