A's arm and the MONSTER eclair, behind slice of carrot cake.
This is as serious as it gets. After all of my years traveling back and forth to South Street in Old City, I CANNOT believe I NEVER stopped at the 4th street delicatessen once. Shan, A and I where looking for a bite to eat after swinging by a fancy fabric store a few blocks up and we were greeted by the most ferocious display of desserts I've ever encountered.
EVER.
When I see an $8 eclair on a menu, I welcome it as a personal challenge. Granted, I still have some left, three days later, but MAN is that stuff good. Please go if you haven't already been.
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