Honey bread is what happiness should taste like.
They make it in the café above building 63’s cafeteria. Four walls of toast about 3 or 4 inches high encase a soft layered interior of buttered bread. If the title isn’t some misnomer, they drip it all with honey, and after baking it’s topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup. Really, we only went to eat one, but just that afternoon we downed three. The next day we ate two more, and now I’m just two stamps away from getting a free one. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m addicted.
But…the charm of the Honey Bread is not actually eating it after all. It’s a quaint little place, with stationery in one corner to write anonymous love letters. There’s a bookshelf, and cute little notebooks at all the tables let you enjoy some self expression. It’s a place where you go with friends, sit on mismatched chairs, and chat away for the 20 or so minutes it takes for the honey bread to be ready, all the while forgetting it’s the first time you’ve had bread in weeks. The actual food disappears within minutes, but the conversations last for hours.
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That's really cute :| pfft
ReplyDeleteThey should have places like that here!! And now I'm hungry... I like the idea of anonymous love letters and notebooks at each table ^^ you can flip through all of them and see what people have written aawwwwwww~
~Mylan (look I'm even commenting)
hahaha ooh man that sounds so good ohni! I can just imagine if we did this .. reminds me of the times we called each other to ask about chem/ other homework, and we'd only talk for hours about silly stuff ;P
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