Damnnnnnnnmmnnn.
Quotes from my bf on the drive home:
"These pies were made my elves. They're magical I think some kind of little elves cooked those pies you know?"
"We should have just got a whole one. What are we doing? We fucked up. What are we doing leaving that place without a huge pie? Even though we just ate two slices and got a small to go one..... What are we doing? We could have just gotten a whole one. Fuuuuuuck"
"There was some black magic witch craft in that pie or some shit. I don't know man. That pie was crazy!"
"That pie!!!!!"
"That fucking pie. Good god. If strawberry rhubarb was like that... Just imagine the rest. Just imagine."
"How is it even possible to have a pie that good? What the fuck? Did that just happen? Did we just eat that? Am I on acid? Is this real?"
Yeah, we were stoned. Best pie I've ever had.
Really though.
The fact that it's open late too is perfect. Puff the j, get some late night pie. That's the good life.