When I walked into the champagne bakery in Las Vegas, I was greeted by the familiar face of a young girl in a cute pink dress, holding her hand.
She looked up at me with wide eyes, and she asked if I was a regular customer.
I told her I was, and I was thrilled.
The young woman, dressed in a matching red and white blouse, was a little shy and said she’d been coming here for years and always felt welcome.
“I feel like I was just in a movie,” she said.
“It’s a little scary.”
I tried to explain to her that she was actually looking at a real person, a woman who I was actually standing next to.
“This is a bakery,” she replied.
“If you go in, you can see what I’m talking about.”
She was right, but there was one problem: I couldn’t make a reservation.
After talking to other customers, I found out that this was the first time in my life that I hadn’t been in a bakery before.
I felt weird.
This is a restaurant?
The young girl was right.
This was a bakery.
If you go into a bakery and sit down, you’ll see that it’s a restaurant.
I’ve been in several bakeries in my time, and the food is just amazing.
I think this is one of the better bakeries I’ve ever had.
But this wasn’t the first bakery I’d been in, and it wasn’t going to be the last.
Before I knew it, I’d found myself in a restaurant where I couldn.
I had to pay for everything, which I guess makes it a bit of a pain.
But I didn’t have to pay more than a nickel for food and beverages.
The bakery was packed with people, including a couple of men who were there for a wedding.
It was the perfect setting for a date night, and when I arrived, I didn´t feel like an outsider.
There were a couple dozen of people who were all together for the wedding.
The couple was dressed to the nines, and they were just about as comfortable with each other as I was.
“My dad’s from the Philippines, so we’re all Filipinos,” I said, explaining that I was from New York.
“When I came here, I thought that it was like a new country,” she explained.
“But the people here are really friendly and welcoming.”
I asked if there were any special rules that the bakery was strictly following.
She shook her head and said, “It doesn’t matter what you have.”
The bakery is owned by a young couple, so they weren’t expecting much.
“There’s no pressure here,” she continued.
“You can just be yourself.
There’s no rules, there’s no expectations.”
She pointed to the food in front of us.
I looked at the menu and noticed that there were about eight different kinds of cake, all made by different pastry chefs.
I wondered how I would fit into that mix.
“Maybe I can do one dessert with your name on it,” I suggested.
“That sounds fun,” she responded.
“Come on, let’s get going.”
They were going to make a dessert called “Sour Cream Cake,” and the couple had invited me to come in and try it out.
The dessert was filled with a combination of dark chocolate, cream cheese, and strawberry jam.
I was pretty impressed by the cake, but I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to eat it all.
After a few bites, I realized that it wasn´t that bad.
It tasted a little bit like a chocolate cake with a cream cheese topping.
I’m not sure what the ingredients were, but it tasted great.
I took my own seat at the table, and we waited in line for about 30 minutes before they finally announced the wedding reception.
The wedding was going to take place the next day, and everyone was excited.
The bride and groom were dressed up like kings and queens.
Everyone was ready, and everybody was happy.
I noticed that everyone had their own special dessert to share, but no one seemed to know exactly what it was.
When I asked a few people who worked there what they had for dessert, they couldn’t even come up with a name.
When one of them said, you should bring some strawberry jam, I had a feeling I was going down the wrong path.
I brought some strawberry cream cake, which looked a little like a dessert that would be a hit with everyone.
The cake was topped with a chocolate ganache, strawberry jam cake, and a vanilla bean frosting.
I wasn’t sure what to make with all of it, so I settled for some dark chocolate cake.
The chocolate cake looked like it would be delicious, but the cake was a bit soft.
After eating it, it tasted a bit sour.
I didn’ think the cake would taste as good as it tasted.
“The cake is really good,”