This morning we stumbled upon an absolutely perfect and understatedly stunning (it was damn near hidden in plain sight) neighborhood bakery. From the doughnuts to the scones, the buddha-room bathroom to the old pink Mercury parked out back, the place was a testament to Swiss-Helvetica artfulness. Outside, we met a couple that just arrived from Austin. "Where's a good place to eat?" they said. "There isn't one," I replied, "you're in Iowa." Awkward silence (been getting a lot of those lately). "Unless you want a delicious cup o' joe & doughnut, that is. 'Cause this place is ay-may-zing...""
No comments:
Post a Comment