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| - This would have been the perfect place to come after my ballet practice, if only I was 9 years old again and ballerinas were not generally so damned by anorexia.
Fine, I'll take the present into account, I may be about ten pounds over the preferred weight and five years over the peak age for the delicate dancers; but Crown Bakery still makes me want to climb into my silk tutu, cuddle up with my cashmere wrap, and sit here to drink fruit teas and eat Asian pastries until my chubbiness violates all dance aesthetics!
Yes, it's a daintily gorgeous venue, fireplaces, ruffled tablecloths, fashion magazines and all! I'll eat half a coconut bun, half a green bean bun, smell the red bean bun and then take it home. My beverage tab will look like this: coffee, coffee, tea, coffee, tea, tea, water, and more tea. All the afternoons can be spent making myself believe in love and beauty.
Crown Bake Shop, you bring the fantasy out of me!
PS. A dose of reality: you can burn about 10 calories climbing the stairs to get to the bakery where you will eat at least 1000 calories.
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