"All of a sudden, my wife was crying. And it wasn’t because of anything I said. We were sitting at the counter of Green Almond Pantry—a tiny restaurant/market/takeout in the Shaw neighborhood of Washington, D.C.—and Simone’s eyes welled up after one bite of the open-face egg sandwich we ordered. Seven-minute jammy eggs sat atop a charred baguette and they were festooned with pickled rainbow radishes and, what I think, were mustard seeds, celery chunks and leaves, and a generous dousing of red wine vinaigrette. Sometimes you can just tell that food is made with love. And when you can, it’s okay to cry." - ByThe Bon Appétit Staff
