A friend just got back from a conference in Boston (were you there wuapinmon?). When this friend's wife called my wife for pointers on what to do while hubby was in sessions, my wife told her to make a pilgrimage to the famous Mike's Pastry in Boston's north end and try their cannoli.
In gratitude, they brought us back 6 or 7 of our own.
I've literally gorged myself sick. Good times.
(PS - Kudos to Mormon Red Death for introducing me to the place)
In gratitude, they brought us back 6 or 7 of our own.
I've literally gorged myself sick. Good times.
(PS - Kudos to Mormon Red Death for introducing me to the place)
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