7 years ago, when I came to Paris for the first time, I stumbled upon this little sandwich shop called mmmozza..! A small line was beginning to form. Locals, it seemed, people who were looking for a quick bite on their lunch break, with too little time to sit down, but just enough to wait in line, unwilling to compromise the promise of a good meal. I couldn’t understand the menu, but the quality of the ingredients in the window display spoke a language I knew. So I got in line, with my giant backpack strapped to my chest, trying not to panic when it was my turn to order. Somehow, between my broken French and wild attempts at gesturing, I ended up with what I still consider, to be the best sandwich I’ve ever had. Here I am once again, seven years later, my first stop off the plane, absolutely exhilarated!! to see that it’s still here, to finally relive an experience I’ve sought after over the years, and to learn that my favorite sandwich place in Paris is actually, somewhat Italian. All to say, while there may well be many other fantastic sandwich shops out there, this one, will always be the place that made me fall in love with baguette sandwiches. 🫶