heartbreak make me a dancer

A double-post day! Aren't you just fabulously lucky? Really, though, all of this spewing has to happen before I leave for Krakow on Thursday and I am without blog for two whole days.

So my coffee turned into a full fledged hunt for best dessert. I spent the afternoon in every bakery and cafe in the old city (and trust me, there are more than enough of them) looking for a tantalizing meal-finisher. I got a very cute, cheeky sandwich with delicate thin slices of roast beef and pickle. I generally hate pickes, but it was just enough to give it a lovely light crunchiness. I also found lunch places for the next week and a half, at least.

Strolling down Nowy Swiat, I found it. With a line out the door. You can always tell a place is good when there is a line out the door. And this was no ordinary line. This was a line of Jehovah's witnesses. From Arkensaw.



Yeah, I had a big question mark over my head too.

Usually, I'm not this much of a dessert fiend, but once you mention it, there is no turning back. You would have done better not to say anything. I purchased myself a slice of lemon meringue tart. Yeah, I kinda effed it up on the metro. But isn't it pretty?
I also sniffed out the local Haagen Dazs. Say hello to the lost freshman 15! Where were you all this time? It's so nice to have you back. I should be their poster girl. I walked out of there with a heavenly concoction of chocolate midnight cookie and cookies and cream, 200% speechless and 300% happy. I didn't care how it looked when I crossed the street from the bakery to the ice cream shop. If you're in Europe and you haven't gained at least 4 pounds, you have NOT been in Europe. It just doesn't count.

As I was happily sucking on my spoon, it hit me like a ton of bricks. DUH! I have to be retarded not to have thought of this before. The stupid other blog that I made and had no use for and never deleted? It's going to be a food blog. But not just any food blog. My cooking skills are good, but I am not up to par with, say, Lottie & Doof and Smitten Kitchen. No no, this will be a log of my favorite little food haunts, fiend that I am. That way I can keep my food thoughts out of here, as, as you know, they are taking over what is supposed to be my other-stuff-blog. I will be on that, shortly.

Biggest epiphany of this trip thus far, though? Well, it's not so much an epiphany as a confirmation of what I already knew. I can travel alone. As fun as it would be having a compatriot on this trip, I'm still having a great time. I can just wander the streets of Warsaw by myself and be totally, perfectly, incandescently happy with being somewhere new. I make friends pretty quickly, so I have social outlets when I need them, but when it comes down to it...I can just bum around by myself and be content.

The box is speaking to me. I am going to retire to my tea and tart.