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| - I'm not sure what I did to deserve such a tasty and convenient source of good food and coffee mere steps from my front door, but things haven't been the same since Pantry came into my life.
To be honest, I have not yet fully explored their many gourmet and lovingly-crafted meal options the way I would like; however, all that I have sampled has caused me to develop something of a dependency to not eating before I leave my house. It has also led me to make a mental list of the dozens of fancy ingredients on their shelves that I should add to my own- like the jar of pickled lemons I've had my eye on for some time. I'm not sure what one does with those, but it's gotta be good.
The glass showcase holds many dishes I wish I had the time, skill and tools to make for myself- all things I now have no foreseeable need to acquire. Though the prices are rather reasonable for the service offered, I must say that in my recent, immediately post-student, pre-job days, I lack the funds to make the most of it. So, for the time being, I am relegated to carefully selecting the best side dishes to add to my own kitchen's meagre (read: lazy) offerings. I order the potato pancakes (or maybe they call them patties? anyway-) to make mid-week breakfast gatherings with my fellow under-employeds positively luxurious. Yeah, you heard right.
I am also obliged to frequently partake in the delicious Balzac's coffee they serve (to the detriment of the Starbucks across the street), and the blueberry scones which, quite frankly, changed my life. The daily baked and forever changing muffin flavours (sometimes unorthodox combos that always work), sweet and attentive staff, my beloved Boylan soda always within arm's reach, and did I mention the coffee?-- yeah, they've got me in their clutches now.
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