In what must have been some of the funniest testimony on record, both Cambridge chef Chris Schlesinger and a former high-ranking USDA official said that a burrito is not a sandwich. In case that wasn’t enough expertise, the judge said he also relied on the definition supplied by the Webster’s Third New International Dictionary.
Your honor I must object. It has bread. It has a filling. It is a sandwich. And yes I know I’ve just opened the door to everything from knishes to pirogi to calzones being declared a sandwich but I don’t care. It’s the principle that matters. Or maybe it’s the cheese…
Music from Los Diablos, “the reigning ‘Kings of Irish-Jewish Folk-Punk'”
A cooking contest with prizes that include: “a trip for two in a chauffeured Zip Car (BMW or convertible Mini-Cooper) to Lynn for a private tour of the Durkee-Mower factory, a year’s supply of Marshmallow Fluff and more”
The local drinking establishments are also joining in with Fluffy potent potables including the Fluffachino — espresso with frangelico or amaretto with Fluff melting on top, the Fluffernutter Martini — a chocolate martini with Fluff and Reese’s Pieces on the rim, and — the “Coney Island Men’s Room” — blue martini with dollop of strawberry Fluff floating on top. I do not say the following lightly: I was never, ever so drunk that any of those would have been appealing. (Does anyone know what an actual martini is anymore?)