Kymberlie and I headed over to Fazoli’s for lunch today. Yes, yes, nothing like lots of carbs when you’re already feeling tired and run down. Anyways, as we stood in line waiting to place our order we noticed the sign on the oven with pictures of breadsticks. The ones on the left were light golden colored – you could almost feel them melting in your mouth. The ones in the middle were darker, and the ones on the right were burnt. So we realized then and there that we are leftist. We like our breadsticks lightly golden, please. Yum, yum. Of course I make the mistake of telling the kid behind the counter this and totally confused him. Even after we both attempted to explain it. Oh well, I knew what I meant. And in the end our breadsticks were quite good – just like I like them!