It is, unfortunately, well-known by those that know me that I am sort of an ice cream junkie. I have a weakness for ice cream in all its various forms and flavors. As I’ve gotten older, I have tried to cut down on my ice cream intake, but when in Milan (or Italy in general), you need to sample the gelato.

Does the thought of a giant breakfast roll covered with pecans make your mouth water? How about a delicious Italian beef sandwich or sloppy joe on a homemade, freshly-baked bun? Would an old-fashioned rootbeer float hit the spot? If you answered “yes” to any questions of these questions, then make tracks to head to The Lunch Box in Jackson, Nebraska

I was running a bit short on time so I decided to have lunch at the Kemper Museum cafe, called Cafe’ Sebastienne, and am so glad I did!