Some people celebrate with champagne or a white girl scream on the dance floor; I do it with a sandwich. When I'm having a bad day, or a great day or it's just a beautiful day, I go to Pane Bianco and devour the entire tomato/basil/mozzarella sandwich . I do this alone because it' s slightly embarrassing to literally moan while eating.
Yeah, that's right. I call it "The Sandwich that Makes me Moan".
And then I eat the caramel. All of it.
And then I neatly fold up the smart brown bag like my little badge of honor and stash it away with the others. It's no coincidence that any gift I give seems to fit perfectly in that bag. Cover the stamp with a fun pic and voila- a gift is born.
Chris Bianco, you're a damn genius. You know exactly what you're doing and do it well.