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LOGAN’S SANDWICH BAR


Britain’s contributions to the modern world are both innumerable and immeasurable. In the spheres of industry, science, technology, literature and culture the ripples of our past pebbles emanate into giant waves that wash over us today and cascade into the future. Great towering gifts such as Mr Corby’s trouser press, the unsinkable Titanic and bitterly muttering ‘You’re welcome’ when you hold the door open for someone and they don’t say thank you all fill me with a sense of immense national pride. All these triumphs are gifts to the rest of the world but one such gift stand above all others, our greatest gift, the sandwich.


THE ATMOSPHERE My visit to Logan’s is well timed, coming at the end of National Sandwich week (I know, it’s real, Google it). We entered a brightly lit and cleanly decorated café with minimal ornamentation and are immediately greeted by the warm and friendly waiting staff. Our table in the corner allowed a great view of the small dining area and the coming and going of patrons. Being a lunchtime only affair Logan’s attracts a diverse mix of people, business folks having a quick break from the business to recharge their business batteries before returning to do more of the business, shoppers taking a rest from bareknuckle boxing in Primark or students blagging a free meal from visiting parents. Tere is a nice quiet hum to the place as contented guests chat and waitresses weave between tables like pollenating bumblebees between flowers.


THE MAIN EVENT From effete crustless cucumber at the Assembly Rooms to dry packet sarnie in a


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supermarket car park the humble sandwich comes in a huge variety. Enthusiastic educators from National Sandwich Week like to talk at great length on Radio 4 about the Earl of Sandwich, the eponymous inventor. As if chucking some ham in between bread counts as an invention. It also completely ignores the great culinary inventions of the Baron of Panini and Sir Artemis Scotch Egg - a travesty these great men were written out of history!


Enormous slabs of soft white bloomers and crusty ciabattas passed our table before our food arrived, all looking delicious. So – with the weight of sandwich history pressing down on me what did I choose? A salad. You know what, bugger you, bugger national sandwich week and bugger history. I’m a maverick, I don’t play by your rules and you know what, it was bloody lovely… so there! From the specials board I ordered a salad of crisp green leaves with coriander roasted beetroot, spiced toasted pine nuts,


avocado, feta cheese and warm Lebanese flatbread. Tis was liberally drizzled with a sweet dressing with contrasted nicely with the mild tanginess of the feta and the spiced pine nuts. I did put some of the salad in the flatbread so it was sort of a sandwich… It was simple but tasty, so what more do you need?


Our other main was a panini with Norfolk dapple cheese and portobello mushrooms. Both meals really hit the spot and would be a welcome respite from a Saturday lunchtime shopping crowd. Te main menu had quite a traditional selection of sandwiches, baguettes and paninis but the fillings seemed fresh. Considering how expensive some places can be the affordability of Logan’s was a real pleasant surprise.


DESSERTS On the main counter as you enter there are a selection of scones and cakes to enjoy. Teir lemon drizzle cake was nicely soft with a sour lemon tang that was not overpowering and a sweet icing. Te gluten free chocolate cake with raspberry jam was a little disappointing as was too dry but the limitations of gf food played a part in this. More jam! More cream! I can take it!


OVERALL Te staff were lovely, the food was simple but nice and the place was well lit and airy. Most importantly however it was supremely affordable. If you want something quick, simple and tasty swing by some time and grab a sandwich. I can guarantee that, compared to other British inventions, it’ll go down much better than the trouser press or Te Titanic. Wait… oh, you know what I mean. James MacDonald


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