Dreamt the other night (not nearly as funny as Jerry Seinfeld's about the hamburger eating him) that I was having a "tongue" sandwich. The one inside the submarine-length thing, buried under shredded lettuce or cabbage was actually human-looking, and more sickeningly, feeling—well, at least as I remember it; forgive me if it's been a while—which made me think, this had to be the appeal of it. Déjà vu moment came last night when we went out for Korean BBQ and there it was on the menu again. I had the 비빔밥.