Ever caught yourself humming an old radio tune while waiting for lunch? Then the scent of fresh-baked focaccia drifts by.
That’s exactly the moment that pulls me back to a tiny, old-school Italian deli tucked away somewhere in Oregon. This place doesn’t just serve sandwiches; it offers a slice of history.
The clatter of a brass espresso machine and the faint echo of a 1950s jukebox set the scene…