Sometimes good things are right under your proverbial nose. Like the sandwich store down the street from my office. I had driven by it for a year, my aesthetic snobby self non-plussed by the cheesy sign advertising “Sandwiches and Cookies.”
Then someone told me the cookies were really good, so I went. Still dubious, however. I am even more of a cookie snob than an aesthetic snob.
I took a brisk walk down the hill from work, turning the corner into the store. The interior is pedestrian: harsh lighting, cheap bistro tables, menu items sloppily handwritten on whiteboard.
But when I ordered the turkey-pesto-cranberry on rosemary bread it turned out to be one of the best sandwiches I’ve ever had.
The store owner, Maria, is down-home friendly. She informed me, proudly, that she and her partner make all the sandwiches and baked goods. When I ordered the first time, she told me I had a choice of three sides: salad, chips, or a cookie.
Well, I ask you: how can you not fall in love with a store that considers a cookie to be a side order?
Today, I’m a regular. And I’m thankful for the corner sandwich store.
What are you thankful for today?