FRESH Bar & Cafe

I’ve often wondered how is it that people have thought of such obvious inventions where very few others had the same vision? The same goes for the man, or woman, that created the first sandwich. Such an incredible thing, meat and veggies between two pieces of bread, that it makes me forget how simple it is. Simple to make, however, not so simple to master.
I’ve been going to Fresh for some years now, back before it changed its name and vibe, and I continued to go even after Subway, at half the price, offered bigger sandwiches. At fresh you got your selection of breads, cheeses, and meats all of which taste fresh (hence the name?) and unprocessed. The same can’t be said for those square or triangular pieces of cheese — which are probably not far off from being actual plastic!
To this day I’ll pop in once a week or so and order a turkey and cheddar baguette. «Mayonnaise, butter and salad?» the waiter behind the counter asks. I take a touch of mayonnaise and the salad just to feel like I’m a healthy person rather than for the taste of it. For the five or so minutes it takes to create it I normally have a read through the weekly HK mag, or just sit and watch people walk by, feeling extremely fortunate to not have a job requiring a suit — it’s 38 degrees in the shade for crying out loud!
Though there are a few seats available indoors I’m normally in a rush no matter what time of day it is. Once my ordered is ready I hand over $ 70, snatch at the fat, crunchy baguette, and send a silent prayer of thanks to the man, or woman, who created the sandwich. Here’s to the simple inventions in life.