A ginormous cinnamon bun
Sometimes, there really is something to be said about truth in advertising.
When I visited Kenosha back in May, I discovered a coffee shop that I was pretty sure wasn’t there when I previously visited (in 2018) - the Buzz café.
With COVID-19 restrictions still in place, it was carry-out only, and I wanted to support a small business, so I ordered a cup of tea.
There were no restrictions in June, but the staff still wore masks, and there was glass at the counter, and I got a cup of tea again
When I was there in August, the coffee shop was closed.
But it was open on October 23.
Now, what I didn’t mention in my last post was that, by that point, my camera battery was running low. I wasn’t sure what the indoor dining situation was, but I knew from my earlier visit that it had power outlets. I thought I had a battery charger with me, and I figured that, if they did allow indoor dining, I’d try to sit by the power outlets and charge it. If not, I’d just order a cup of tea and keep going, hoping that my camera battery had enough juice for a few pictures.
It turned out that there was indoor dining. Basically, it was one party per table, and there was some distance between tables. Which I figured was good enough.
Since I was going to be taking up more-limited-than-usual seating, I decided to order something more substantial.
“What do you guys have, pastry wise?” I asked the barista.
“Well, we have a ginormous cinnamon bun,” she replied. She listed some other things, but, honestly, the ginormous cinnamon bun intrigued me, and I decided to order that. Along with some tea.
It turned out that I forgot my battery charger at home. And that when the barista said it was a ginormous cinnamon bun, she really wasn’t kidding.
I’m not sure the photo quite conveys just how big it was. I had to hold it with both hands. I had to eat it in pieces. I had to get napkins just to deal with all the stickiness. And I had to ask for more water for my tea, just to deal with all the sweetness.
Even though I couldn’t charge my camera battery, I basically had to take my time to finish it.
By the time I left, I legitimately wondered if I would even have any room for dinner. And turned out I was right. When I got home, I had a sandwich. That’s it.
As I’ve commented on Twitter, it’s kind of hard to say it was a mistake, since barista did say exactly what it was. And I suppose it’s an interesting life experience. But, if you’re ever in Kenosha and you’re tempted to try a ginormous cinnamon bun - at least now, unlike me, you know what you’d be getting into.