I can’t think of a food that is as wholly satisfactory as a sandwich. I could start my day with an egg and biscuit combo, followed by a tomato and mozzarella panini for lunch, and curried chicken salad on baguette for dinner. The sandwich can be as comforting and easy as a peanut butter and jelly or as globally inspired as a báhn mì or cubano.

This year, 250 years of that delicious nosh is celebrated where it all began, in the town of Sandwich, Kent, England. Though he was not the first person to put food between bread, the Fourth Earl of Sandwich gave the snack its name. Legend goes that he was a gambler and demanded meat between two slices of bread so he wouldn’t have to get up from his games.

On May 12–13, 2012, Sandwich, a two-hour drive from London, celebrates with sandwich competitions judged by the current Earl, a show dramatizing the creation of the first sandwich, concerts, shopping, and more eating. Within driving distance of this cute town that still rings its historic Curfew Bell at 8 p.m. each night is Canterbury Cathedral, Dover Castle, and the bucolic Secret Gardens of Sandwich.

What’s your favorite sandwich? Could it be a Sloppy Joe, grilled cheese, hero, Philly cheesesteak, tuna salad, grilled chicken, or a muffaletta? Tough choice, but I give the edge to the Thanksgiving leftover sandwich with turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce.

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