Eh. I had a little bit of one this morning at work, leftover from a training breakfast, and it was pretty mediocre: pasty and yeasty and dry, not nearly enough cinna-goop or glazing. They have cinnamon buns on their boxes as their logo, so they must be renowned for them, but I can’t see why. I didn’t even bother to finish eating the half-bun I took. Bleh. I’ve had way better, most recently at an Amish bake stand in the Reading Terminal Market in Philly.
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ann sathers sucks. their buns, hot in their cafes, are sweet enough to suck the life out of a hummingbird. stale, they taste like cardboard, as you say. plus the place is so durn sweet it gives swedes a bad name. where is evidence of all that good design?
next time at ikea, we have to have a sticky bun. that’s an important part of the ritual, too. if only to provide the necessary sugar rush to cope.