It takes forever to get to Cafe Bunn Mi. It’s not even within the borders of what is called “Utah.” It’s in this place that only exists when you go there, but I did go there so it existed for a short time. There was absolutely no parking in the area, which was totally fine because I took an Uber there. I told the purveyor of the establishment that I would like the grilled pork banh mi and that I had been promised it would be the best sandwich I would ever eat. She got very excited for me to try this sandwich, which I thought was rude because every sandwich for the rest of my life would be a disappointment. Maybe it's just a cultural difference, but I hope that even my enemies get to experience the thrill of a good sandwich from time to time. Anyways, she kept looking over to make sure it met expectations and I have to say that it was an absolute delight. Unfortunately, the sandwich was too big to eat in one sitting and also too good to waste so I had to wrap it up and stick it in my pocket. This caused me to smell a little more porky than I try to be day-to-day as I visited various non-porky San Francisco landmarks. I spent the afternoon channeling my inner Joan Didion around the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood. After finding a bench to rest my legs, I pulled the second half out. I realized why the woman was so excited. She knew I wouldn't be disappointed by eating this sandwich twice. I thought about her last words to me and how maybe this woman was wiser than I realized at first. "I hope I see you again!" I hope so too, I hope so too.
| Bread, Vegetables, and Pork |  |
| They looked at me and assumed I ordered my sandwich correctly (with jalapenos which then melted my face off) | |