I can still remember the sweet aroma of the bread as I walked by the Brick Street Bakery. I tried to keep the drool from spilling out of my mouth, but I failed miserably and succumbed to my oinker tendencies. I decided to go for a simple piece of white bread (sounds sad, I know) and was smitten by the moist and sweetness that melted in my mouth. Yes... I love bread... and I love eating it plain. I was sold and bought a loaf to bring back to the States. Thing is, it didn't end up on the plain with me... I devoured it on the cab ride to the airport.