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| - Until recently, I'd never heard of Cobs Bakery. I've never even been in the place. But I love it. The story is this:
I get up early on weekends to go to the Madison to watch the Glasgow Rangers play soccer in the company of like-minded individuals. In some cases, because of time differences between here and Scotland, we have to get up wicked early to see the match. It is these mornings that my buddy has discovered that Cobs is on the way to the pub. In he stops and grabs some rolls for all of us at the club.
I'd never have thought to get crazy over bread, but maybe it's the desperate hour or the smell of fresh-baked right-out-of-the-oven bread, but this stuff is sinister. And this is where my buddy becomes a jerk. He doesn't just get a normal loaf of bread or a roll. No. He has to get the one that's covered in cheese, or is smothered in pesto and herbs, or tomato sauce, oregano, and rosemary. These utterly destroy you, making it really hard to concentrate on the game. Yeah, they're that good.
I'm looking forward to finding this place at some point, but my fear is that I'll not leave. Maybe my pal providing me my fix like a pusher is the safer bet.
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