I was out with one of my closest friends last night whom I don't get to see all that often but when I do, we have so much to say that we can spend hours chatting and not realize that time has flown by. We talk about everything from work to school, life as newly married woman to family.
When we get together we always have dinner and then stop by the Hungarian Pastry Shop for coffee and maybe something sweet. I had a Hungarian coffee (my usual) which is coffee with a touch of almond flavoring and whipped cream with cinnamon on top. It is pure heaven. Last night, since I had a particularly rough day at work, I indulged in a macaroon, taking tiny nibbles, savoring every bite until it was gone.
The Hungarian Pastry Shop is not beautiful by any means. Drawings of angels created by children adorn the cracked walls, the floor is uneven and the tables wobble, but there is something about this place that keeps people coming back. Often, there are so many customers that you have to share a table but this aspect is not a cause for claustrophobia, it is a warm and cozy feeling, a feeling of belonging. It has become a place to relax in, read the newspaper, study or engage in long conversation with a close friend.
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