LITTLE LUCCA.

Today I bought a sandwich from a little sandwich shop in Millbrae called Little Lucca. I probably go there once every two weeks to keep me limited because I'd go there like every day. The line was somewhat long but its desirable taste was definitely worth the wait. Just like most sandwich shops the sandwich maker asks you what you would like to put on your sandwich. I have a choice of making my sandwich healthy or not healthy it depends on how I feel. I felt good with no worries so I asked for pastrami, lettece, tomato, mustard, mayonnaise, pesto sauce, on a 12 inch loaf of dutch crunch bread. I brought the sandwich home and tore open the paper wrappings that confined succulent treasures for my stomach. The juices had seeped through the foamy inside of the dutch crunch bread enriching the flavoring of the bread. Basically, the entire sandwich was like a fiesta of flavors. As I grasped this king of all sandwiches, I began to drool as the sandwich approached my mouth. I open my jaws to their greatest extent and started masticating with pleasure. The texture of the sandwhich was so smooth and not even chewy. If God made sandwich it would be a Little Lucca sandwich. To get a sandwich, or rather an experience like this only costs like a maximum of six dollars, so you are not being exploited.