Nothing tops an large egg salad sub washed down with a quart of cider. Nothing.
A guy I know was a State Police Detective back when cops were real cops. He and his partner had to go to southern Indiana to pick up a suspect from jail and bring him back to Indy. They made a two day trip out of it, and spent night in some dive bar drinking cheap beer and eating a jar of pickled eggs.
Next day they picked up the guy and were taking him back to Indy and he was being very mouthy and belligerent. So my friend’s partner broke wind, and it was so bad the suspect made them stop the car so he could puke. He promised he would behave the rest of the trip if they didn’t fart again.