Muffin Issues

The last quick update for the day. I have a Super Crush on Reading Terminal Market, which I have visited at least once a day since my second day in Philadelphia.

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But before I get to that (to come in a future update), let me just say that Philly has a problem with muffins. The first time I attempted to eat one here, I ordered a blueberry muffin from a coffee shop called the Green Line Cafe. Upon all appearances, it looked perfectly normal.

And then I took a bite. Disgusting. Foul. Nastifying. Not even the TOP was any good, and the muffin top is the muffin's freaking saving grace, people!

So I ate about an eighth of it and tossed the rest. So freaking gross.

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Philadelphia, I gave you a second chance. The next day I bought a chocolate chip muffin from Le Bus Bakery in Reading Terminal. Once AGAIN, this city makes it obvious that it is trying to kill tourists with their nasty-*ss muffins. I picked all the chocolate chips out of the muffin and threw out the rest.

Tip of the Day:

Le Bus is the place to send your frenemy if you are into playing practical jokes. The woman that works there is bitter and disgruntled. And she'll serve you a crappy pastry to boot.

Bonus:

As seen and overheard at the Green Line Cafe.

Frail-looking, white-haired man in his late 60s or early 70s walks in. A large man with long, wavy hair (imagine someone who rides a Harley) is sitting at a table close to the front door.

Large man: Hi, Joe!

Frail man: Hi, Dave!

They start talking. Blah blah blah. And then this.

Frail man: And that's my youngest out there, he's 14!

(Points to young boy sitting at a table outside)

Large man: (almost spitting out coffee, and saying this very slowly)

 W-O-W.

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Happier food times to come. They will not involve muffins.