Saturday, February 16, 2013


YOU GUYS. Right now, I'm doing this:
Why such merriment, you ask? I like to think I would give Heathcliff Huxtable a run for his money when it comes to his love for sandwiches. As in, if it was a real thing, I would also experience this (at 0:54):
Disclaimer: I'm not talking about the How I Met Your Mother variety of sandwiches.

If asked to rank my favorite non-people/salvation things, the order would be something along the lines of:
1. Sleep
2. Potbelly Sandwich Shop
3. A habitable planet that supports things like, you know, breathing

About #2: I had my first Potbelly sandwich in Chicago at 19. Thus began a very complicated romantic relationship. Let's just say that if people could marry sandwiches, Jon would have been concerned. I once dropped my leftover Potbelly on my kitchen floor when I was taking it out of the oven. I literally cried. Then I ate it anyway. Then we moved back home and the closest Potbelly was 2-2.5 hours south in Columbus. I made more than a couple treks down that way to seek out my former flame. When I flew to New Orleans for that conference last April I jumped at the flight that had a connection in Midway because I knew there was a Potbelly in the airport. I ordered a "big" at 6:45 am. The guy asked if it was for lunch. I said yes. Then I scarfed it down at my gate. Then they opened one in downtown Cleveland and another in Beachwood and I did a happy dance until I realized they still were terribly inconvenient for us to get to. Fastforward to tonight. A few (great!) friends posted a picture of their new car to Facebook:
I very quickly realized this location is right by my work, literally 5 minutes away. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature Potbelly sign, one that's so near! 
I immediately commented on the picture to confirm the location and inquire if my eyes were deceiving me. This was a very serious matter, though, so I quickly navigated to Potbelly's website and found this:
And that, my friends, is why I'm doing the Carlton.


  1. Um, I never would have noticed that tiny sign. You are crazy! I love it! Also, I've never had Potbelly. Hope we can still be friends....

  2. Hi Danielle,
    your wait is almost over! My name is Paula Malocha and I am the zone marketing manager for Potbelly and I would love to invite you and a guest to our VIP ONLY Oven Warming Party on Monday, April 8 from 11:30 - 1:30 at the new Independence Potbelly location. We will be open to the public on Tuesday, but we want to open our doors to a few special friends and neighbors and would love it if you would join us! Please send an e-mail to and we'll send you an invite - please be sure to have the invite with you that day - and we'll treat you and a friend to some toasty, warm Potbelly sandwiches, chips and a fountain drink - on us! I will be there that day, so if you are able to make it, I'll be on the look out for you! Thanks for being a Potbelly Fan! See you soon!

    1. TO SAY I AM TICKLED IS THE UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR. Paula Malocha, you are officially my BFF. Times three trillion.