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| - I am not really a pastry guy. But this place could make me a convert, should I ever recover from my phobia of developing man-bewbs. It takes a ton of discipline to not go here every single weekend. But to be fair, it makes it all the much better when I do. Now, I've been here twice, and I really try to review a place after being there more than once. I have walked past dozens of times, and every time there is a line. But the line moves pretty fast, and the staff is extremely friendly. If you are into food porn, this place is the equivalent of being a thirteen year old boy and seeing your first dirty mag (I realize this reference is antiquated, so any millenials reading this can simply ignore and continue reading). These pastries are "crafted" in the most literal sense of the word. Immaculate chocolate ribbons, silver dusted sugar, brightly colored icing, the works. But it's not all appearance. These treats are pretty amazing (and not in the "I'm a 16 year old girl describing my new boyfriend" amazing), in the truest definition. It's no coincidence that you will hear multiple languages of customer's waiting in line, as the fare here seeks to unite people's of all backgrounds (save for diabetics). There's no seating, save for the one table outside. But no matter, just go across the street and there are benches, or go to the cemetery which is actually pretty nice (and the dead are fearful of pastry, so enter with no fear). Definitely check this place out and trust your eyes, as they will not betray your tastebuds (unlike those seemingly delicious berries and mushrooms you find in the forest, which could kill you and you'd be at fault because of Darwin and whatnot).
IF THIS PLACE WERE A MUSICIAN/BAND: Queen-Flamboyance and decadence normally overcompensate for lack of talent, but Queen backed it up with quality work.
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