This gal totally rescued me today. Knowing exactly what I needed, we walked around, bought things (me attempting to satiate my recent arbitrary obsession with things that hunter green) pedicure-d, and, at Soy Luck Club, manged on nostalgic sandwiches – just like we used to do. You know, in the good old days. My nostalgic sandwich sits upon fluffy raisin walnut bread, and boasts turkey, honey mustard, brie and green apples. It – and she – were pretty much exactly what I needed. So like, thanks.