Monday, June 28, 2010


I don't even know where to begin.

I had drooled over the giant meringues in the window on many jaunts down Shop Street, but it wasn't until Bryan & I were hankering for food late one night that I went in and was entranced by its amazing pastry creations. Yeats might call it the stone in the stream of Shop Street. I can't walk through the river of people without glancing at the window... and it takes quite the effort to go by it and not stop in.

I present you with Chicken Pizza (excuse the lighting), Bailey's cheesecake, and the Spanish Arch.

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