In Celebration of the St John Bacon Sandwich

by thewheatandthechaff

For the initiated, a bacon sandwich at St John Bread & Wine is almost a religious experience. It’s good for the soul.

A giant doorstep of a thing, made with thick, lightly char-grilled slices of white bread and stuffed liberally with rashers of beautiful Gloucester Old Spot bacon, it comes with a serving of the best home-made ketchup I’ve ever tasted on the side.

Words, or indeed even pictures, fail to do it  proper justice, but with the new football season fast approaching, the best I can offer is this rather tenuous analogy; if this sandwich were a footballer it would be Didier Drogba: muscular, powerful, hilariously theatrical but consistently capable of awe-inspiring brilliance. A big game player, if you will.

It is up there as one of the best sandwiches our fair city has to offer, and is simply the most perfect modern distillation of a British classic you will find anywhere in London.

I know what you’re thinking, “chill out mate, it’s just a bacon sandwich”.

Clearly, you’re not yet one of the initiated.