our favorite bakery (or any establishment where an essential furnace is the main kitchen essential) would be the last place to obsess over...and yet. It was too insanely hot to be outside, but we thought, "it's air conditioned," but then after we ordered and let Lincoln loose, we realized that a quaint, vintage-inspired little shop is not the place for an energetic baby.
So we went outside. In the blazing heat. To eat our hot cinnamon roll, fight over who got the next bite with our one plastic fork (Lincoln won), and to chase our toddler around the block a few times. And you know what? It was worth it. Or, at least I think it was!