One Day

I would like to live above a storefront.
Especially one that sells delicious subs.
I'd also like to know the family that runs it.
Or the two brothers.
Ideally they'd have a good story.
Maybe they were lawyers who gave up six figures to make sandwiches.
And soup.
Maybe they argue sometimes.
I’d like them to know me by name.
And make me try their famous clam chowder even though I hate clams.
Even the word clam. Clam.
[Boston]