Last Meal: Cesare Casella Just Wants a Salami Sandwich
I wish there was a Cesare Casella pill I could take whenever I was feeling down. The herb-pocketed chef always seems to be having a good time. No one can harsh his mellow. And even if he were about to die, which, of course, he doesn't like to think about -- being a glass-half-full kind of guy -- all it would take to make him happy is a really good salami sandwich. He could launch a self-help empire -- I just know it.
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