Fit for a giant
Club Sandwich, Lumberjacks
Monty Python’s “Lumberjack Song” was on replay in my noggin. How could it not be? A friend and I were headed for Lumberjacks on Madison Avenue. The off-the-hook, jumbo-sized statue out front greeted us. We sat in a log-made booth. Large old saws and lanterns adorned the walls. The vast menu featured comfort food, nothing but. The club sandwich ($11.49) sounded right. The bacon was crisp, the turkey freshly roasted, the tomato, lettuce and American cheese served as they should be on toasted sliced sourdough. The crisp fries, like the sandwich, were enormously portioned. I wished I hadn’t worn my girdle.