A Pain in the Quotidien

I’ve heard many good things about Le Pain Quotidien. Things like: “Hey Adam, you should try Le Pain Quotidien—the sandwiches are great.”

The other day I was walking past one on 19th street (there are more than one) and I decided to go in. This would be the day–the day I tried Le Pain Quotidien. The sandwich menu is eclectic and interesting—there are unlikely options such as….ummm…some kind of pate? with cornichons? My memory hasn’t been too good lately since the accident. What accident? I wish I knew.

I ordered roast beef with caper mayonaisse. Looks interesting, no?

And it was interesting in a very slight sort of way. Very simple: sliced roast beef, the mayonaisse, some mustard, tomatoes, the occassional scallion. On the side was a very crisp, very fresh salad. And, of course, cornichons. I like cornichons.

My main complaint was that tables were waiter-service only. So I ate my sandwich standing in the window. When they made me put on a dress and moved me to Barney’s window, I found it a bit suspicious—but now I’m making a lucrative career for myself as a mannequin. I’m even dating Andrew McCarthy.