After an unsavoury experience in the school cafeteria, it became necessary to obtain a supplementary sandwich to get through the day. A man can only gorge himself at Ghazale, commiserate at Caplansky’s, yearn for Yitz’s, or seek solace at the Stockyards Smokehouse so often. Yet, can two mere pieces of bread, a filling, and some ersatz topping soothe one’s soul and calm one’s spirit amidst the tidal waves that comprise daily life? The answer frequently depends on the condiments. Hence the sunny afternoon trek to The Black Camel (unfortunately not by camel). Previously, the pulled pork sandwich proved succulent, accompanied …