I was on a mission to get Star Bread when I drove passed BCBC, and decided to opt for this closer option.
It was clear this place has history, and is independently owned. Old black and white pics adorn the walls, some things look out of place, or that they haven't really thought of what and how to put things in the space, like some kids books, crayons and such. Even the station for stirrers, and sugar look ho-hum-ly set up.
After a quick glance around I went to the counter and was greeted by a young lady with a witch tattoo on her right bicep (didn't get her name). She asked what she could get us (my date and I), and I said we'd never been there before and weren't sure. She quickly and kindly shot back "well then you get this ___ ___ ___ on the house since it's your first time (paraphrasing, and it's pictured)." We smiled, thanked her, ordered a couple pastry items, 2 coffees, and sat down.
The coffee took a moment, because she made it fresh! I mistakenly figured she was going to pour it from an already made pot, but to my happy surprise, no. :)
Once we had our coffee I suggested we try this unknown gifted pastry, so we cut it into 4 pieces and took a bite. My eyes closed, and I loudly exclaimed OH MY GOD, which was an involuntary response, but so loud the young lady looked at us and asked "if everything was okay," to which I exclaimed NO. I don't remember what came out, I was levitating at the moment, but that I was upset that I'd not found this place sooner, is what I meant.
I travel A LOT, and do not recall the last time one bite took me by surprise like that. Will get the young ladies name and buy more next time too. The independent locally owned BCBC, has a warm charm, and I highly suggest a stop there if you're in the need for a coffee, and or a bite to eat. Thank you BCBC, see you soon. 👌🏽🙏🏽
Service
Dine in
Meal type
Other
Price per person
$1–10
describe a beautiful sunset as if written by William Shakespeare in no more than 250 words
The sun doth wane, casting its final golden embrace upon the earth. A tapestry of crimson and gold doth adorn the heavens, as if painted by the hand of a master artist. The clouds, like ethereal dancers, doth weave and wend in the fading light, their forms aglow with the fire of the dying day. The horizon, a melting pot of hues, doth blend the realms of day and night in a harmonious embrace.
The gentle zephyrs doth whisper their laments as they caress the land, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the promise of night's repose. The world, bathed in the warm glow of eventide, is hushed in reverent awe at the spectacle unfolding above.
As the sun doth sink beneath the distant rim of the earth, it doth bestow one final, fervent kiss upon the world, igniting the clouds in a blaze of glory. The day, in its splendor, doth yield unto the night, and all creation doth bow in homage to the celestial pageantry.
In this fleeting moment, nature's grandeur is laid bare, and the soul is uplifted by the sheer magnificence of the sunset, a sight that doth stir the heart and inspire the poet's pen.
By Perplexity at https://www.perplexity.ai/search/30a915a6-1c85-4d72-88d6-2c405f508519?s=m
Food: 5
Service: 5
Atmosphere: 5
