A classic Turkey Sandwich meal. Toasted wheat bread. Some bacon. Provolone cheese and side of freshly cut fries. And to think this was sandwich was consumed in beautiful Eagle, CO.
Just one problem: I almost shit my pants before I got back home in Denver.
A recent business trip took me up to Gypsum, CO and we stopped in Eagle for lunch on the way back. I was super hungry and the sandwich was great. But right about the time we hit downtown Denver on the way back, I had a rumbling in my belly. We were only about 5 minutes from my house, but I was faced with a serious decision: do I tell my co-worker that I need to pull over in to Brothers BBQ because I need to shit, or do I wait it out until I get home. I decided to wait it out. Luckily we got a green light at 6th and Colorado or I might have regretted that decision.
But it really was a damn good Turkey Sandwich. I just can’t remember the name of that place.