Pastry Nazi

There is this little pastry shop in Atlanta that is located across the street from my old apt on Cheshire Bridge road that makes the best stuff ever. It reminds me of the cakes and cookies I used to get up in Boston when I was a kid. My family has been going to this place for years and it just so happened that when I moved out of good old Fet'ville I moved into the apartment complex across the street from this place. Not sure of the name, but it is right across from the Heights on Cheshire Bridge Rd if you want to go there.

Well, the old man that runs/bakes there has got to be the brother of the soup Nazi, from the Seinfeld Show. This guy was so straight faced and mean it wasn't funny. You have to line up and tell him what you want without asking questions. If by some chance you muster up the nerve to ask a question, then he will give you the shortest answer possible in this tone that is so frightening it makes small children cry.

I went in there with my mom yesterday to get some pastries for tomorrow and they were out of what we wanted, so my mom had me ask him if they had any in back and I received a stern "NO!" Then she had me ask if they were going to be making any more today. Not to my surprise, I got the same answer as before, but with a little bit more dislike in his voice.

By this time my mom was beginning to chuckle because under her breathe she kept calling him the pastry Nazi. I was hitting her, so I wouldn't start laughing because as most of you know if i start to laugh, it is all over. My mom then piped up and asked him to box up some cookies for her. She wanted a pound of some twisted shaped thing my dad liked, so the pastry Nazi filled the box and asked if that was good. I said yes, not to upset the dessert dictator, but of course my mom had to interject and told him to add a few more. The vein on his forehead was beginning to throb.

He wrapped up the box of cookies and began to ring us out and my mom asked once again about those pastries she wanted. The man gave her a look that could kill ya. She said never mind, but the man said if she puts an order in he would have them for her tomorrow. My mom said no, that would be alright and we got the hell out of there.

If you want some great pastries and an experience of a life time, go to this place!

Peace,
DeMo