Remember last week, when all of Manning's talk gave me a hankerin' for bread? Well, I had some at Aw Bonn Payne (I want to make sure you're saying it correctly), and I'm pretty sure it was The Best Bread I've Ever Had. I had some again the next day, and it was only Very Good, but then I had some more the day after that, and it was The Best again.
I hate ABP for several reasons. One, this is America, and you should name your goddamn store something AMERICAN. And what's up with those people who try to pronounce it all Frenchy-like? Who are they trying to fool? Give me a break. Two, they give you miniscule portions of meat on insanely overpriced sandwiches. Suave used to work at the ABP at Rutgers, and he said he always felt bad making those crappy sandwiches, but he couldn't do anything about it because the miniscule portions are separated by wax paper and you're not allowed to give the customer more than that.
But boy can they make bread. Bread that's hard on the outside (but with a wafer-thin crust) and soft and melty on the inside. Every once in a while I would treat myself to a roast beef sandwich, despite the price, because it did taste really, really good.
I haven't been to the grocery store for a while, so I didn't have any fruit to bring with me today; so I think I'll have an ABP roll (the kind that they give you with soup -- only $0.63 after tax) and a banana, I think they sell bananas there. I've decided that I don't want to die fat, if I can avoid it. No one would go see my fat ass at the funeral.