I made a fateful decision one day when I went to Pan d’Amore to pick up a loaf of their seedy bread. I was hungry. They had an innocent, diminutive breadstick that looked like just the ticket. Slightly chewy with a surface covered with crunchy, blistered cheese. It should come with a warning. It’s so totally addictive one makes up excuses to drop by, like an unintended loaf of bread.
Sometime this month they’re moving down Washington Street to the corner at Sequim Avenue. That’s further to go for an impulse. I hope that helps. Otherwise I’m in real trouble.