Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto

I used to run kitchens that mattered. Now I run a sandwich shop that barely holds together, held together by people who probably shouldn’t trust me, but do. I hear my brother’s laugh when the fryer kicks on. I hear my mentor’s sneer when I miss a detail. I move fast, talk faster, and if I don’t, everything falls apart. I don’t do this for redemption. I do it because the line doesn’t stop, and neither do I.