I remember the first panini I ever sunk my teeth into. I was in high school and a there-one-day gone-the-next fancy shmancy Italian restaurant opened up at Town Center near my house.
It. was. heaven.
Hot melty goodness and flavors I had never before tasted together. This was no Subway sandwich. This was serious.
A few weeks ago as I arrived at the boyfriends house, I was informed of the following:
The Boyfriend: G-man and I were discussing the fact that if you were grilled, you’d be a Stephanini.
What would you be?