( 9:46 PM ) teahouse
Love to Hate It
The Magnolia Bakery just opened a new location near my office.
 I love to hate the Magnolia Bakery. There's one near my apartment, and I've always thought the place is pretentious and overpriced.
Real bakeries don't stay open until 11 p.m. And they're not staffed by young hotties wearing head hankerchiefs. And they actually sell bread.
My grandfather was a baker. His entire career he woke up at 3 a.m. and baked until noon. He shaped a thousand rolls a day with his bare hands.
If you got to his bakery after 2 p.m., you were SOL because there was nothing left. And if you whined that you wanted a cupcake, my grandmother would yell at you and chase you out of their store.
Yes, I know the baker gene in me should hate the Magnolia Bakery.
At the same time, I can't stop eating their cupcakes. I'm addicted.
It's a love/hate thing. Shhh..don't tell my grandparents.
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