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| - My ass hurt, my water bottle was leaking, and I was starving and here came Jesus...an older man handing me chocolate chip baguette slices. "Here, dear, let me get you some more, sweetheart" Am I dead? Is this a willingly given to my sweaty hand free sample as I climbed the porch stairs towards Simply Bread, I felt as if I was being lured in to be shoved in an oven. Shove me in baby! I will gladly be cooked up if it means I can gorge myself on fresh bread in the oven. I can think of worst ways of going (ie Mullet stampede).
My friend insisted we stop here on the way to lunch. "Oh good, do they have coffee?" "No, it is just bread." "WTF? Why not? Who hasn't heard of a bakery that doesn't serve coffee?" "It doesn't matter. You will see" "No. I won't. I want coffee with my bread. I hate this place already" And as I climbed off my bike, already over an hour of hardcore pedaling from Tempe registering itself in my low blood sugar, there he was. The grandpa I wish I had. As we stepped in, he offered more. "Here dear, have this yummy orange....." I don't know what he said cause I just went for it. The world went away when I was eating that bread. I felt ravenous. MORE! "Cookie?" YES I will take that cookie! Cranberry, chocolate chips, oatmeal, almonds, YES YES YES. I think he was ready to offer more, but I ran to the back of the storefront to look at the selection. Mmmmm....doggie treats? Breadcrumbs, crispy bread treats, etc. Smart business to use up as much of product as possible.
But then it was time to choose. The vegan asked all the hard questions which the Baker (and the Grand Master Bake Master as everyone else has stated) answered all of them. She ended up w/foccaccia, which we just nibbled on for the rest of our bike journey. I ended up with the potato garlic bread that had tons of other herbs in it, it was $6 and sliced for sandwiches for me and it smelled amazing. Everytime we went to a store or restaurant, people would ask me what smelled so good. Since I was sweaty and even Toms of Maine lavendar deodorant wasnt saving this lady, I knew it was the yummy bread.
As we left, I think Jesus/Grandpa/awesome guy who worked there wanted to stuff me more for fattening up to be tasty in their oven, but I resisted...well, not really, I bought a chocolate chip cookie. Yup, I did. And I ate it after lunch and it was RAAAAAD. Best choco-chip cookie ever. That was 75 cents of raditude.
So all the haters talking about price, so get your Sara Lee, cause I am a slave to this place. And I am not even a carb monster.
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