There are many reasons why the better third is so named. One of then is because she always leaves the crusts behind. I eat all mine.
Her last full day in Moscow before having to head home the next morning, so a rather sad evening all round. As a treat we had a cocktail each on the roof of the Ritz, looking out over the Kremlin.
We then went to what in my opinion is the best pizza place in town (not good enough for her to eat her crusts though) and washed it all down with some vastly over priced plonk.