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| - I accidentally stumbled upon Sanremo Bakery in Mimico Village today. I'd heard of the place, but didn't go out of my way to visit it, as there are many near my home that so very good. (I live in Bloor West Village) With my 3-year old son in tow, I planned to make a quick stop for a coffee and maybe a treat. (Is anything not quick when you have kids with you?)
It was just after 9am on a Friday morning. As we walked south along Royal York Road from where I parked my car, there was a nice elderly gentleman who was sitting on the patio enjoying his morning coffee and newspaper. To me, small patios in front of food establishments that are clean and filled with people are always a good sign. (Kind of a Euro-thing I wish Toronto had way more of, I think.) He smiled at my boy and said "Good morning" and then even gave my son a few breadcrumbs to fee the little birds that were on the street. Cute. It was like this man knew it was our first time at SanRemo and he went out of his way to welcome us.
When we entered, the first thing that caught my eye was the line for the "Coffee & Gelato." Another good sign. It told me that the coffee was probably good and that folks were willing to wait in a long line to get their morning cup. I also noticed the sparkling and fancy cappuccino maker they had too. The baristas were hard at work. We walked past the cheeses, deli meats, hot table (is 9am too early for a veal sandwich?), and stopped at the fresh bread and buns that were being unloaded from a cart and onto the shelves for picking. What's better than fresh bread? I picked up a few buns and dreamed of the sandwich I was going to make with it at lunchtime.
They had a a row of about 6 or 7 racks of fresh pastries: croissants, scones, pies, breads, danishes...this was too much. I wanted one of each. I filled a paper bag of a few samples and headed to the nearby glass case of other goodies...but not before I quickly picked up a package of butter tarts first. (Hey, it's research!)
I had to run after my son, who I'd lost to the glass counter with cupcakes, cakes, cookies and doughnuts. I knew I was in trouble. Did they have shopping carts in there? (No) It was then I decided that I'd have to come back when my kids weren't with me. Mama needs more time to really appreciate this store. I got my little guy a sprinkled cupcake and for me, a sugar twist doughnut...but wait, what was that lady bringing out on a tray from the back? Fresh from the oven cinnamon buns. I picked one up for the husband, as he likes them more than I do.
Ty and I sat down for our treats. The sugar twist was very good. But let me just take a peek at this cinnamon bun, as I overheard about 5 people ordering them after I bought mine. I looked in the paper bag and took a nice whiff. Hmmm. Not bad. One little nibble couldn't hurt, Jeremy shares everything with me.
And that was the end of the cinnamon bun. Sweet Heavens, that was good. Do they fry them or something?????
I had come into the bakery for a coffee, a browse-around, and a treat for my son. I came home with a belly full of sweets and a bag full of treats. I plan on going back tomorrow.
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