Do you know what kind of fine (overexposed) bun this is? This, my friends, is a semmel bun. When I went to high school in Austria I ate two of these every day for lunch. No more. No less. This also might explain why I am only 5'1" despite having parents of normal height. Not much nutrition in those buns there. Yet if you asked me what I miss most about Vienna (besides the culture, the art, the architecture, and the gummi smurfs), I would tell you I miss the semmel buns.
No, I am not in Austria right now, but my husband was and he brought me back two semmel buns. You know, because they are the pinnacle of breaddom, I don't otherwise eat bread. It's true. If I can't have a semmel bun, I don't want bread. It's like that with lamb too. If I can't have the lamb from Bob's Steakhouse in Dallas, I don't want lamb.
Say. This is funny. When we were in Hawaii, all the fancy restaurants had lamb. My husband and I have never once seen a lamb in Colorado. Of course this could be because they are all on plates in Hawaii. I'm just saying. The fine people of Hawaii may want to do some due diligence with their meat distributors.