(sandwich pictured is not the Carmelo)
One of the rules for a sandwich should be the ability to stand on its own. A sloppy meat-pile that needs to lean on its other half to support its own disgusting weight (while also bearing the indignity of having a bad iceberg lettuce toupee and a ratty rye hat balanced precariously on top) is not a sandwich. My whole understanding of a sandwich is that it is convenient, because you're supposed to be able to pick it up and eat it easily.
Also, if you're naming a menu item after a guy named Carmelo, I'd be damned sure to put caramelized onions on it. Instead, this has pastrami, corned beef, salami, bacon, tomato, Russian dressing. Not a caramelized anything in sight. Opportunity lost, Carnegie Deli, opportunity lost.

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