Yesterday I was on the fly in the East Bay and grabbed myself a sandwich to go at Whole Foods while picking up a few hard to find groceries for the week. The sandwich was kind of "meh". It was a bunch of caprese ingredients on a baguette, so fresh mozzarella, tomato, and basil. There wasn't a bit of seasoning nor any balsamic vinegar, and because the sandwich was in the pre-pack "to go" area, the bread was very dense and chewy.
I was driving to my next thing, chewing away at this mass of should-be-better but aint-so-good, when I found my mind wandering to Paris. I will never forget all the little sandwich displays on the sidewalks out front of restaurants, and how you could grab any one of them and you were guaranteed a winner. Oh, the bread. OhMyGawd, the bread in Paris. *sigh!*
Well! Today I had a physical therapy appointment, and when I headed for my car I went a different direction than I normally travel, I found myself right on the little patio of La Fable. All I wanted was a little fo' real french jamon (ham) sandwich, and holy crap. For 12 bucks I got that annnnnd...
....lobster bisque and a tuna sandwich, too!!
Oh man, it was SO. GOOD. I ate the soup and the jamon parisienne, and I just dusted off the tuna for dinner. I am soooo going back there. Like, ASAP.
Why on earth would anyone eat fast crap food?!!!