You know what? I am really pissed. Really pissed that none of this existed when I lived in North Scottsdale.
I had to run to Apple because I got a tiny plastic ball stuck in the headphone jack of my Ipod and was desperately hoping they could get it out. It's happened twice... don't ask, just know that I am an idiot. I had 40 minutes to kill until my appointment and decided to grab lunch at Oakville.
First, they have macarons from Essence. I became a bit too excited about that, but can you blame me? They are like eating Heaven. Second, they had cream cheese tamales. Obviously, I am on a diet.
I think I like specialty grocery stores with awesome food bars a little too much.