No, you're not mishearing. Sandwich exists. It's actually a place in England, Kent to be more specific. It's a magnificent little historic town, home to a daily seal watching trip, narrow cobbled lanes and its claim to fame, the Fourth Earl of Sandwich, an 18th century nobleman who invented, wait for this: the sandwich. Historians often dispute the veracity of this claim but the legend makes it all the more romantic.
On a day trip to visit Karen, a Shanghai friend home for the summer, I mentioned my desire to visit this local destination. It was mostly in jest because who wouldn't want to visit a place named after the Western world's answer to finger food? But as it turns out, this city is stepped in historic charm where one can golf, wander the outskirts of the ancient city wall and take a range of ridiculous photographs with the name Sandwich in them.
Note: Sandwich is fairly tiny. It can be wandered in under an hour. But it's got charm in the form of pubs, parks and other sandwich-like establishments. On a day trip to the coast, it's definitely worth a pit stop.
Our other stops included a little wander through cloudy Margate, Britain's once remarkable and now up-and-coming seaside town. It's chock full of antique and vintage shops and places to eat the ubiquitous seaside food, fish and chips
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And then a final stop in Birchington and Minnis Bay, where Frankelton was free to roam the wilds of low tide:
A great way to spend a day!
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