It was bound to happen.
I've never had luck with the silver-bottomed pan for anything. It adheres my eggs immediately upon contact and sears my chicken breasts to a crisp.
But I wanted to have faith in it, that it was useful for things other than bashing intruders over the head.
I did everything right. I smeared the bread generously with butter; I placed it over medium-low heat; I watched it like a hawk. But I ended up with a burnt, totally inedible sandwich and a branded pan. I suppose next time that will remind me that it is better to spend two minutes washing out the other pan than attempt using this one. Back to the deep recesses of the cabinet it goes....