Gandolfo's Barbaque Bronx

Often when I am eating a sandwich I try to think of the person who invented a sandwich. Or the person who finalized what a perfect sandwich entails.
tomato
mustard
lettuce
onion
cheese
meat
pickles
mayo
... it's perfect.

That person was a food wizard and I'd like to shake his hand. Or maybe erect a statue in his honor.
90 percent of the time when I am hungry, all I crave is a sandwich. It's the only thing that makes sense.

Every once in awhile when I am eating a sandwich, I'll pause... holding the sandwich in both hands level with my face, and I will feel like I am holding the worlds greatest combinations. "Yesssss... here it is. Man's greatest masterpiece, right here in my grasp. The pinnacle of man's accomplishments."

Then I see someone order a sandwich and I hear "hold the onions" or "hold the mustard"... I am disgusted. Don't mess with science, people.. those ingredients are there for a reason.