Meet the Bread Heads at Starter Bread
Every Monday I haul over to a sleepy street off West Burnside to yank open the worldâs ugliest treasure chest, a plastic bin tucked behind a metal gate. Waiting inside: bread wrapped in brown paper and labeled by hand. Itâs heavy enough to inspire a few Pumping Iron moves on the spot. But banish all preconceptions. Starter Bread inspires the kind of deep thoughts usually reserved for Texas barbecue or retiring basketball players. I canât wait to get it home. Texture is the star. Outside is a force field of bronze and crunch. It stands in striking contrast to the interio...