Sandwiches are the best. That's my opinion, and if you don't share it, you're wrong.

It's the freedom of the sandwich medium that really appeals to me. You can put anything between two pieces of bread and it suddenly becomes a sandwich. Stick a slice of pizza between bread: Pizza Sandwich. Put a slice of bread under your car and lay another slice on your sunroof: Car Sandwich. Drop a piece of bread at one end of Zimbabwe, drive to the border and drop another: Zimbabwe Sandwich! 

If KFC can call 3 layers of fried meat a sandwich, I can call Zimbabwe a sandwich.

The invention of this simple food platform made the fork, knife, and plate obsolete in one fell swoop. Probably chopsticks too, I guess...? And let's talk about the invention of the sandwich. Sandwiches can arguably be traced back to 18th century Europe, when the 4th Earl of Sandwich wanted something to eat while playing cards, which means...

Did I just blow your mind? I hope I did.

It's with this love of sandwiches that I'm walking into the Thunderdome of sandwich combat, the Flavor 2015 Sandwich Wars. But first, I'll let you know a little about my sandwich preferences.

I mentioned how I love the freedom of the sandwich medium, and it's all kinds of true. Brace yourself, because this is about to get personal. If you eat ham and cheese sandwiches every day of your life, with a bit of mayo and a slice of tomato when you're feeling fancy, I will judge you. I will make assumptions about you like "He probably drives a reasonably priced Toyota Camry and considers trying a new flavor of hummus a thrilling adventure" and "He most likely doesn't jump out of airplanes." Sandwiches were invented by a man that didn't have the time or desire to stop gambling. Created by the bold, for the bold, so there is no room in my life for boring sandwiches.

Luckily, the Sandwich Wars menu also has little room for boring sandwiches. Let's take a look. 

Words Rory doesn't know: tahini, aioli, tapenade, bocconcini, bechamel. That's ok though. I eat words I don't know for breakfast.

Three vegetarian options and the Pride sandwich is the most masculine, beefy, jalepeno-spiced kick-to-the-mouth on the menu. I love it. You may notice that all these sandwiches were created by nonprofit organizations, and the one that sells the most sandwiches gets $2 per sale. All the other nonprofits get nothing, because it's a Sandwich War, not a nancy-pants game of Sandwich Hopscotch. This is Sandwich Thunderdome. 9 sandwiches enter, 1 sandwich leaves. 

Also, the Main-a-Dieu Meat Rocket is composed of three different animals, which makes the three vegetarian options pretty much moot. 

Gay Pride and spicy smoked meat. There's no joke here. Not a one. 

I had to go with the Show Your Pride Panini, even though that is not a panini. I understand that you have to sometimes sacrifice accuracy for alliteration, but let's keep it factual Pride Cape Breton. Semantics aside, this was a delicious sandwich. The sweetness of the caramelized onions and honey mustard swirling around the spicy jalapeno Havarti, all accenting the salty grain of the smoked meat. What can I say? It worked. Good job Pride. I also had to get a side of sweet potato coconut curry soup, because all those things make Rory happy. 

That's Steven eating his sandwich with a knife and fork, because he enjoys doing things wrong and making me angry.

Steven got Lumiere's Croque Monsieur because he's on the board or something stupid like that. I was thinking of getting this one too, because baking an egg on the top of your sandwich is really pushing the limits of the sandwich definition. But this is a Sandwich War! Not a Sandwich Book Club! There is no room for sandwich civility at Flavor this Summer. He did let me try his sandwich, and the sharp cheddar really does mix well with the mild egg and salty ham. It's a feel-good sandwich, while the Pride sandwich was more of a meal to eat before a bear-fight. 

Now that's a man who likes his cheese spicy!

Even though both sandwiches were super tasty, I'm giving this round to the Pride Panini, if for no other reason than I make better life decisions than Steven. I'll need to go back though, because a sandwich called "Gettin Piggy with It" is not allowed to exist in this universe without me eating it.

I suggest everyone get down there and vote with your mouth. It's kind of like politics, but with more cheese.