The fine art of sandwich making finds a friend in O'Briens Irish Sandwich shops...

The sandwich ranks in my book as one of the greatest inventions of the last millennium, for without the ease of eating on the go; many an inventor would have never been able to create the other things that make our life so easy. Without the sandwich, trains and cars would lie idle, workers would be less productive, and I for one, would weigh several pounds less.

But here in the land of noodle soup and satay, the perfect sandwich is a long lost art. I'm not talking about the mushy dough wrapped in plastic at the 7-11, I'm talking about a creation worthy of carrying the name of one of England's most famous Earls, who legend puts it, didn't want to stop playing poker to go eat, so he stuck his meat into a loaf of bread and history was forever changed.

Likewise, a great sandwich shop is not something to be taken lightly, and particularly when the store is a franchise, one might be wary, but worry not, for there is O'Briens Irish Sandwich Shop, run by father and son raconteurs Hugh and Robbie Hoyes-Cock.

As someone who once in the sandwich biz, I'll share the basics with you (and the new girl behind the counter better take notes:): The perfect sandwich is ALWAYS a savoury one. While this may be the least important part of a sandwich, under NO CIRCUMSTANCE SHOULD DRESSING BE FORGOTTEN.

Unless you want a dry, choking, British sandwich, lubrication is the only way. It is one of the 4 cornerstones of a great sandwich, which must never be forgotten. Here they are in order of importance: bread, filling, sub-filling(s) and lubrication.

And the best sandwich in Singapore which meets these four criteria is the Crambo Club Sandwich; tasty, succulent and loaded with ham, turkey, tomato, cucumber, coleslaw, red onion & lettuce.

I'm no spendthrift, but for eight bucks a sandwich needs to be substantial, more like a meal than a snack. You will NOT be disappointed. Folks, the size of the thing is scary. Cut in quarters, laid out eight inches across, with thick slices of lunchmeats almost half inch-thick and tangy creamy coleslaw, picking this beast off the plate is a task in itself.

The side is simple: potato chips, resulting in a full plate and a full stomach every time. Good? Yeah, but that's like saying the Brooklyn Bridge is "ok," or that Catfish Hunter was a "decent" pitcher for the Yankees.

Try absofuckinglutelymindblowingsupersexysodeliciousfingerlickin good. Go there. Eat something. Your stomach and wallet will be happy. The decor is minimal and there wasn't a single copy of Think left in the big rack of magazines by the front window, but the food is really good.

You can be sure I'll be going back, with a stack of mags and an empty stomach.