Another job interview was over on Notmal Street in Normal Heights, San Diego. Normal street is so named because that’s where the school district office is located.
I was very early, so I ordered a sandwich at a café across the street. I wisely chose one which would be the least likely to drip on my lucky tie. The bread was warm and chewy and the two slabs of buffalo mozzarella were wonderful.
The pesto tasted floral and vibrant. The tomatoes were ripened outside.
Not yet. But that sandwich was awesome.