Carbs had never felt like such a personality trait. And in New York City, that was saying something.
I thought I was just popping in for bread. You know, a quick, responsible decision. What I got instead was a full-blown identity crisis in front of a counter stacked with the kind of old-school Italian loaves that made you question every sad supermarket baguette you’d ever settled for.
The vibe? Pure nostalgia…