Bread of heaven

There are sandwiches, and then there are SANDWICHES. Forget substandard subs from Subway. Forget your Tesco/Boots Meal Deal efforts - limp, soggy, industrially assembled triangles of misery consumed in desperation or haste rather than in any expectation of sustenance for soul as well as stomach. When it comes to creating brilliant butties, the staff at Fresh in Cardiff's Royal Arcade are masters of the art.

Acting on a tip-off from an unlikely source, I followed in Gourmet Gorro's footsteps, buying two baguettes in one visit (one for lunch, one for tea) - purely for research purposes, of course. Findings reported here.