I have found a beautiful place.
It is a great restaurant.
And bakery.
And coffee place.
I want one.
But not to own.
Just to enjoy.
It was crazy busy there.
We were on a schedule.
So we could only get pastries.
Croissants.
Like in Paris.
Lemon scones
for the refined 14 year old pallet.
Can you see those buttery, flaky layers?
So we stood there,
hillbilly picnic.
Pitiful.
Even the flowers were lovely.
French Laundry,
can you come to Pittsburgh?
I promise I will frequent you every day.
Well, at least every weekend.
And MOST weekdays.
Please consider it.
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