Long before our three kids, and even before we got married, my husband and I lived in Hampton, VA. Well, that’s not entirely true, he was living there while stationed at Fort Monroe and although I was still living in California, I would stay with him for months at a time.

One day, about 13 years ago or so, we drove down to Williamsburg, which wasn’t a far drive from Hampton. We ate lunch at a restaurant where I ordered a sandwich. I remember thinking, wow – this is the best sandwich ever! How can it be so good? I mean it’s just a sandwich right? But It was great – I don’t remember much about it, just that it was good. And there was a mayonnaise-based with mustard seed dressing in the sandwich that was so perfect with it.

When we went to Williamsburg last weekend, I wanted to make sure to go to this place because I wanted to try that sandwich!

I ordered it, and unfortunately it didn’t live up to the hype that was brewing in my mind. Best sandwich ever? Definitely not. It’s kind of like the crush you had in high school. You will always remember him as being hot and sexy but then 15 years later, you look him up in Facebook, and he’s 30 pounds heavier, balding except in places where hair shouldn’t be growing and living in his uncle’s basement.

Okay, maybe not that bad, but you get the idea.