Week of Sandwiches & Reasons Not to Do Adkins Diet.

For the love of whole grain Cleveland, can we get a bakery somewhere around East 4th Neighborhood for fresh breads, buns and like sandwich rolls?

Yes, I could go to the market (even if NOT ONE COUNTER HAD FRESH CROISSANTS!), but I am now an urban dweller with TWO FEET THAT WORK properly. West 25th is a bit too much of a walk for bread — and a bike ride over that bridge in these temps is downright suicidal.

We tried making bread… once. Remember how much I complained about not being able to find dried milk? Yeah, the dried milk that was in a bread recipe that just needed to be re-concentrated ANYWAYS. UGH. Buying bread is much easier.

Or so I thought.

We buy a fresh “daily” loaf of some variety each Saturday morning at the West Side Market, but this week was special – we had some inception of a sandwich meal no fewer than four times.

Sundays are always made for grilled cheese – made even more heavenly this week with the addition of an aged gouda. Later that night, we made a turkey/avocado/balsamic marmalade sandwich (remember the twist tie.. ahem), prepared with a crusty hard bread (also purchased at the market).

Dammit. We forgot to buy croissants at Dave’s. Then progressed into my first exploration of local bakeries. Monday was out… BAKERS DON’T LIKE MONDAYS. So, Tuesday, I went off to the west side bakeries I’ve heard of — Breadsmith& Blackbird Baking Company. Blackbird sold me two of the most delicious, buttery croissants.  Based solely on appearance, I was disappointed (they looked overcooked) — but they were a perfect complement to our homemade chopped liver (recipe courtesy of The Greenhouse Tavern).

Note: I was also suggested Zoss the Swiss Baker in Cleveland Heights and On The Rise, not too much further on Fairmount. I drove to Cleveland Heights for three years for work. For now? I quit you… you horrible, non-convenient driving into east-side suburb!

Another day passes. I realize I’m about to put my pork shoulder in the crockpot. And again, I have no freakin buns for pulled pork sandwiches (I like ‘em Memphis style, mmm-kay?). I was suggested a place called Atlanta Bread Company on Chester — I couldn’t find a location online that’s existed since ‘Nam. Or that was closer than MF’ing Michigan.

I continued down East Ninth to Stone Oven in the Galleria — the downtown location doesn’t sell loaves of bread (or buns), but I picked up a couple slices of sourdough to last for the remainder of the week. There will be egg salad. I’ve eaten egg salad two days in a row with no bread. For shame.

THEN I trekked (mind you, it’s 32 degrees — ZERO CELCIUS — downtown; Key Bank told me) to Constatino’s on West 9th. Behold, packaged onion rolls/buns. They’ll do.

Mind you, after walking around downtown for an hour, I would have been better off going to the market. Whatever. I have ALL DAY.

But seriously. SERIOUSLY. I’ve got a place for sweets, another for fresh pita… Is there some sort of old school mom-and-pop-esque bread company downtown that I am missing?

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