A weakness for good sandwiches

is what I have.  I'm not going to say too much in this post because, recently, I've been glorifying my eating out, and I really shouldn't.  I had a lovely sandwich tonight, and I'm not going to say much more about it than that.

It's a grilled chicken sandwich on rosemary focaccia.  I had french fries for the first time in who-knows-how-long.  It was an excellent meal.  It's also going to be the last time I eat out for at least a week.  Wait, Cal scored nine touchdowns today?  Touchdown Monday will mean 27 percent (actually, no one's sure about whether places cap the discount to keep it from getting too high) off food at a bunch of places around here, including Gypsy's?  Monday will be the last time I eat out until at least the Monday after.