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stopped by amy's bread on bleecker and leroy to pick up a sack lunch.

internet is down in office so i have to work from home. (because work=surfing the net; therefore...)



amy's food is awesome. their coffee is the best in the city, in my opinion. i have never ever had anything bad there. #1 is the grilled cheese sandwich. it has cilantro, tomatoes, red onion, some spicy tomato paste, and they grill it on a panini press.

i got black bean soup and a mini tuna salad sandwich and a grape fizzy lizzy. all incredibly good. the soup in the picture looks like nutty dog diarreah, but it sure didn't taste like it. (again, cracking up to myself...oh, boy.)



you should knoow that they don't have napkins out. to get a napkin, you have to interrupt someone giving their order or cut the line at the register. i have even asked and they say the manager doesn't like to leave them out because people take them. helloooo! people are supposed to take them! how the fuck else do you blow your snot or wipe food off your face? ugh.

also, if you want to get a job there, make sure your IQ is less than 58 and your smiling muscles are permanently paralized.

for dessert, nutella and peanut butter on a spoon. please excuse the black eyes. i was up late last night sending dirty texts to an out of town friend. guys are so dumb. listen up, pervs: if you ask a girl if she's naked, and she says, "oooh, yeah. you know it." what she really means is she's wearing ugly pj's and anti wrinkle cream, the tv is on, and her dog is playing with a chew toy right next to her. she might, might also be picking at her dry heels. how is THAT for hot?

amy's bread

coffee?

this place is so cute. i love it! it's called "local," so if you don't live in soho...well, then i would just go ahead and hang yourself and make it easier for this place to serve its kind.

i have never had coffee from here. but since i am superly superficial i am 100% comfortable saying i love it.



it's on sullivan street between houston and prince.