A Toast

to 2025

Was gonna write a long post analyzing 2025. Call out all the highs, the lows, the buffalos. Pages of wisdom on hard-fought victories. Insights gleaned from the soft kiss of a mountain breeze on my cheek. Why you should never accept a job at a regional coffee chain and how it might ruin three years of your life.

But I’m not here for that. That’s not Well Adjusted.

As I thought about it, I realized only one thing deserved this hallowed throne of 2025’s last post: the best sandwich of my life.

Some friends and I attended Kilby Block Party this summer for the second time. Every day of the festival we stopped by Central 9th to get a focaccia sandwich. And they were so good, we kept coming back. Each sandwich was the best sandwich of my life.

The feeling of eating the best sandwich of your life is incomparable. But to suckle that sweet ambrosia day after day and it not disappoint? Nothing like it, nothing like it at all.

So cheers to 2025, the highs and lows, but most of all, to the best sandwich of my life, again and again.

Wishing you a good 2026.

xoxo

Steve