I come here for lunch and get a sandwich once or twice a week. It's close enough to my office to walk to, and far enough to give me a little exercise and clear my mind.
They sell mostly imported European cheeses, but there are some Californian goat cheeses too.
I like cheese, but I'm not a connoisseur. English Cotswold is my favorite.
They sell other things. All the olives are imported.
And they make sandwiches. I usually geta ham and cheese.
On days when the husband's there, I say "Can I have a ham and cheese sandwich?" and he makes it for me. When the wife is there, I say "Can I have a ham and cheese sandwich?" and she comes back with, "What kind of ham? What kind of cheese? What kind of bread? Do you want everything? Onions?"
Most peoople (most Americans?) probably prefer the wife's approach, and that's fine. I get that. But I actually prefer the husband's approach. If I wanted to micromanage every detail of my sandwich, I would say so when I placed my order. It's just a sandwich.
There--that's a little something about me you might not have known.
I don't usually get a drink, but these look good.
And so do these.
I haven't tried the Home Maid pasta yet.
But I've sampled a lot of the chocolate. Today I had this one...
after I ate my sandwich...
while sitting on a quiet bench in the San Francisco Botanical Garden.
