Dear Con Pane,
I've touted your glorious abilities in bread-making before, but now I really know the power of your abilities. I could cuddle up with your cinnamon buns on any given Sunday, and I'd gladly use your Pane Ciccolata {chocolate bread} as a pillow for a restful slumber. Just in case you didn't know it before, I love you a lot. I'm scared to say this {but I believe it to be true}, you've got the best freshly baked bread this Happy Lady has ever had.
Yours in carb heaven,
Happy Lady
{photo by Oh Joy}
Don’t even try the chocolate broiche. In two short visits you won’t fit into any of your pants. It’s the very best.
You know it’s kind of funny because Con Pane is so good I’m never even tempted when I’m at Starbucks. I know that there is great stuff out there so why would I ruin my memories of great for crap.
I can’t believe I’ve lived in San Diego this many years and still haven’t made it there. Thank you for reminding me to prioritize a visit!
Dear Happy Lady,
Thanks a lot, I just tried to eat my computer screen.
Your carb deprived and almost electrocuted friend,
Laurie
you must try the fresh bread from tartine if you are ever in San Francisco. #1 in my book.
Joy, you’re killing me here!!!
Dear Happy Lady,
Thank you for re-igniting my memories of the glorious sweet rolls at Con Pane. As a San Diego native living in New Mexico and recently gone wheat-free, these sweet recollections are wonderfully delicious…if only memories. I remember bringing my dad their amazing pear/almond scones and the to-die-for roast beef sandwich! Thank you for your fantastic posts, can’t wait to visit again soon!