I had some deli roast beef that I had to use up. It was too shitty for regular sandwiches, so I made a packet of "brown gravy," toasted some bread and served up "open-faced roast beef sandwiches" for lunch.
They were exactly like what you get in one of those sleepy little diners in Ohio towns like Fostoria or Tiffin or Bucyrus.
You either know what I'm talking about or you don't.
You would think the goat would protest such a meal.
But he did not. My kid did not. We just sucked it up and ate the shitty sandwiches.
This is the middle of America, people.