Ah, the story of the round steak open toast rye sandwich. It brings back memories of the time when I was in Paris.
It was a cold, snowy winter that year. The weather forecasts had been all wrong; what they had predicted to be fair, almost hot weather was completely incorrect. It wasn’t just snow, it was hail, rain and thunderstorms. The skies were dark and gloomy 18 hours a day and people were told to stay indoors.
That wasn’t even the worst of it. The worst was