
I'm not anti-lettuce in every context. In salad, it's perfectly fine, some might argue essential, even. A crisp, curled leaf of Iceberg is welcome on a cheeseburger — it serves as a refreshing contrast to the hot drippiness of the thing. But a pile of shredded lettuce thrown onto my egg salad hero? No, it's unwelcome, as it is on any cold deli sandwich. Regardless, lettuce is assumed to be part of any default sandy, along with tomatoes and mayo.
When I order my standard "whatever sandwich with tomatoes and mustard," half the delicatessens question me. "You want lettuce?" they ask. No. A thousand times no. They never ask why not, and sometimes they add it anyway, as a certain Greenpoint sandwich artist who shares my first name did tonight.
I fail to understand lettuce's role in modern sandwichdom, outside of being a cost-saving measure in its replacement of tastier, more expensive fillings. I suspect its ubiquity is due to foul play on the part of Big Lettuce — the leafy fat cats who once opposed César Chávez, a national hero.
Ladies and/or gentleman: do the right thing. The next time you get a sandwich, skip the lettuce. You'll save the sandwich artist time and you'll realize you don't even miss it. Explore other, better vegetables while you're at it, such as spinach or green peppers. In the words of the mortal but still historically important César Chávez: "The fight is never about grapes or lettuce. It is always about people." Think about it.
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