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| - I just love being the rebel sometimes. You know, like Fonzie. With friends named Pinky and Leather. Hey, aren't those the bartenders names at Padlock (or whatever the heck it's called now)? My first Pane Bianco sandwich was consumed just seconds ago. The creamy, uber fresh mozzarella is still dripping down my face. The house baked focaccia, crisp and chewy in all the right places. And loaded with fresh basil, bursting with flavor. The tomatoes, well, the tomatoes were OK. So why am I just satisfied instead of my eyes rolling back into my head and my toes curling up, like when I eat ice cream in bed? I give the sandwich, for me, 3 stars. Not because it's not fantastic. I guess I just tire of eating mozzarella. The texture gets funky to me. But, this place is amazing. And I will go back. But the rebel in me must tell you what WAS 5 stars today. Julie's organic Carolina gold rice pudding. I'm sitting in a tub right now. Go get some. Oh, I'm sorry, you can't. I got the last one!!!
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