When my uncle said that we needed to stop for bread I thought, Good. When we got out of the car and started walking down this alley way I thought, "Where do we make our drug deal?"
The oven in the Bakery. 
Uncle Wimp and I. 
Really can words describe this place? Except I will say the rolls from here were divine. We made a little garlic butter and toasted them with cheese for dinner. Di-VINE! Nothing I like more that rolls with a drug deal on the side.
3 comments:
Those pictures made me hungry!
That bread was really really good. The place very scarey, sure glad uncle Wimp was with us.
i want to go there.
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