Oh Jack in the Box, how I missed you whilst I've been on the East coast. I pulled up in my car, told you what I wanted and you delivered it to me at the next window. I inhaled the smell and short drive to my house. I unwrapped you with my mouth watering. I took a bite and realised it didn't taste as good as I remembered. Maybe it was a case of absence makes the heart fonder, but I was disappointed with my sourdough Jack. And that made me sad.