If you have a soft piece of ciabatta loaded with a pile of various meats, some cheese, some veggies and a little bit of mayo for lunch you will be most satisfied. But you will also need a nap. Or maybe a walk. But if you sit down in front of a computer you will feel like your eyelids are little pieces of pasta, desperate to make a ravioli out of your eyeball. You will not be able to resist closing them. Making raviolis. Getting very sleepy. So sleepy. Buonanotte.
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Gentle readers, for the record, Lauren ate only half of a Molinari special. Not to oil my own bread, but I ate an entire North Beach Special (prosciutto, provolone, sun dried tomatoes, sweet bell peppers), and I am now bouncing off the walls. The Molinari special is no more than a third the size of the North Beach.
In conclusion, the kindly sandwich maker must have spiked the sandwich's contents with trucker speed or No-Doz or something. Because if half of a Molinari special makes Lauren sleepy, then an entire North Beach Special should have laid me out for three days.
You are forgetting but one thing: You are a very fat man and I am a mere will o' the wisp. A Molinari sandwich to you is like a little pig in the blanket appetizer to the non-morbidly-obese. (Note to those who don't know mr. french: His picture was taken a few years ago, yet even then his super-sized appetite is plain as day.)
Two years after his pretzel rampage Mr. French became a 600+ lb. shut-in. He now goes to the bathroom with help from a forklift, and eating half a Molinari's is a mere snack, like the cheez-it dust under his fingernails.
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