We Ate Here

Maybe it’s because The Baker’s Palette is often nearly deserted when we visit that we feel like the portobello panini sandwich is a kind of hidden treasure. Or maybe it’s the luscious, plump roasted red peppers, warm cheese and generous smear of pesto, all backup singers to the deep-toned melody of the mushrooms. No wait: Maybe it’s the bread, yeasty-smelling and with a character that speaks well of its bakery origins. Tough to say: This sandwich is somehow more than the sum of its parts, the kind of meal that makes you groan a little at the first bite.