It was cute inside, with a long counter and a small booths. Best of all was the display case in the middle filled with amazing looking cakes, pies, muffins, and other baked goods.
I had a hot cup of french onion soup and a grilled cheese with tomato on homemade bread. Just what the doctor ordered. And as I ate, I chatted with the old men sitting all around me. They wanted to know what a young "looker" such as myself was doing eating by herself.
The giant layer cakes piled with buttercream frosting were luring me.
But I figured since I half-assed in spinning this morning, and since I can't really taste all that well, it wasn't worth the calories. And then the guy next to me got a piece of peach pie. I couldn't resist. Huge, juicy chunks of fresh peach piled on top of a flaky crust with a big glob of ice cream of top. Hey, fruit is healthy right?
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