Corner Bakery
Nobody’s perfect. Lord knows I’ve dropped the ball occasionally at my own place of employment. So I try not to throw around too much bitch ‘tude when I go to a restaurant and order something sans tomatoes only to find the mucus-like-fruit-dressed-in-veggie-drag oozing all over my food when it’s served. Even if I get an apology from the waiter (as I prod the offending produce to the side of my plate), it’s usually half-assed and accompanied by a slight eye roll. Not so at Corner Bakery, where I got a taste of the pampered life after there was a small snafu with my order. Not only did the manager come out personally introduce himself, give me his business card and a certificate for one free meal, but he also refunded my dough for lunch. And that’s not all. He proceeded to bombard me with ten pounds of pastries and cakes. Ten pounds, literally, until I promised I would come back and give Corner Bakery another chance. I most certainly will—especially now that I’m addicted to the cinnamon creme cake, lemon bars, and brownies with cream cheese, not to mention the high of feeling like an A-lister.
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