Frankly, the sandwiches looked gross as shit. Like big, sopping wet slices of an underwater sea creature, bleeding stale green juice over an otherwise delicious-looking PB sandwich -- the kind that Mom used to make. However, as every teen movie since the early 1980s has taught us: we shall not judge books nor people nor sandwiches by their gross-ass covers.
When Tony bit into his sandwich (I waited for him to do it first, obviously) he whispered a simple "Oh boy" to no one in particular... I think he was talking to the sandwich, which he was clearly enjoying.
When I did the same, I realized what he was "Oh boy-ing" about: this disgusting garbage sandwich was actually... good. And not just "good for a pickle sandwich" good. It was genuinely enjoyable. The crisp, sour and tangy taste of the pickles cut through the savory, sweet unctuousness (thanks for the new word, guys!) to create flavor combo not unlike the way pickles complement the taste of a ketchup-laced cheeseburger, without overpowering it. I happened to say "oh boy" myself.
I managed to snag four or five passersby to dip into what we were slinging, and 4/5 genuinely enjoyed the bites they had. And I'm pretty sure that fifth guy was just having a bad day. I wish there was more analysis to be had here, but it's really just a simple flavor combo that creates a refreshing, juicy (in a good way!) texture to your textbook peanut butter sandwich.
My advice: If you even kind of like pickles and peanut butter, is to try it for yourself. But don't rest on the Times' recipe laurels. Customize your sandwich to your own personal predilections. Spring for the expensive pickles. Share your sandwich with a friend. While The NY Times got what they wanted from their jokey post (a shit-storm of reactions, pretty much) they did actually teach at least one person (me) a valuable lesson: at least half of the people on the internet have no sense of good taste.
Honestly, I thought that number would be a lot lower.