the name of this ‘wich means “don’t forget me.” sadly, this ‘wich is forgettably mediocre. the speck is overly salty, the pate is nonexistent, and the brie is dry and aggressive. the most memorable part of consuming the ‘wich was a chat i had with an elderly greek lady enjoying a cup of tea in Via Quadronno. regaling me about her youth in occupied greece, she left me with a message: “be curious, my darling clement. always ask questions.” there will be no forgetting you, madam.