My Kind of Fast Food
Tammie Coe, where have you been all my life? Okay, I know you've been around for awhile, with your beautful fondant-draped cakes calling my name at La Grande Orange, and your platters of Ooey Gooey cupcakes tempting me whenever I stop by your Roosevelt shop for a latte. I know I'm not the only person who loves the idea of stopping by for a fresh-baked loaf of bread on the way home from work. But now that you sell ready-made sandwiches — two different kinds every day — I feel like a lunchtime stalker, showing up to grab a Muffaletta multiple times a week. I might be eating at my desk a lot more often, but I'm eating well.