After a long, arduous search yesterday, I finally found a darling companion to enjoy my favorite grilled cheese focaccia with at Sweet Tomatoes. (Thanks, Sondi!)
As we were sitting in our booth, we heard this loud crash. I turned to see what all the commotion was about and, at that precise moment, a shrapnel of porcelain flew straight for my face and collided with my cheek.
I never thought my lovely mug was in danger at the salad buffet. Regardless, the dear elderly gentleman who dropped the plate was uninjured and no one else seemed to have encountered the shrapnel. Below you will find the guilty porcelain.