One of my favorite memories from when Jake and I went to Europe is an odd little one - buying our breakfast from the stand in the U-bahn station every morning. We travelled to Germany during our spring break my junior (his senior) year. We travelled to Frankfurt (well, really Geisen) and stayed a few days with my family there. We traveled to Koln with my cousins, went into Frankfurt, and toured that area. After that, we ventured off on our own to Berlin. I was sort of torn as to whether to travel to Munich or Berlin but am glad we went to Berlin because experiencing the capital of Germany, a place with so much history, was a wonderful experience.
Since being back in America, I haven't found a decent crossaint. Not like those there- they were flaky, buttery, but not overpowering in either manner. That has since changed. Last week, while at our favorite neighborhood spot Cafe Eclectic, I bought day-old crossaints from their day-old basket. For the next two mornings, I had the pleasure of reliving Berlin through my gastric sense of memory by ingesting the soft, chewy but flaky, just-right butteryness of their crossaints. For someone who doesn't even like breakfast, this was a great find.














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