Oh, sad. If I remember correctly, this was the bread that Dad used to bring back from California when we lived in North Carolina. A company had been courting him, and whenever he returned from a trip, he brought back Parisian sourdough bread. We called (and call it, actually) DSB – Delicious Sourdough Bread. However, I don’t think I’ve bought a loaf since we moved out here twelve years ago. I remember it being good… it’s just that as I got older, sourdough wasn’t really my thing. I guess it’s my fault they’re closing.