Boston, MA 02113
This place is pure sin.
While you're eating you feel soooo good and soooo bad at the same time.
Meanwhile, you've managed to inhale an entire cannoli, even though you were already stuffed from lobster dinner and a muffin you decided to stuff yourself with because you didn't want it to go stale. Despite your guilt, you manage to tear into the cream puff you also bought at Mike's.
You imagine your body looking like a cream puff the next day.
This place reminds me of bakeries of my East Coast past in all their delightfully fat-saturated, simple tasting, technicolor glory except that I don't remember bakeries having such vast offerings. But then, it's been a while.
This place doesn't just have one but at least three varieties of cannoli (yellow cream, chocolate mousse, chocolate chip)--I am probably forgetting some--and an ASSORTMENT of cream puffs (regular, ganache coated, strawberry) AND profiteroles. OMG. They also feature what seems like dozens of cookies and marzipan treats.
The devil in me was overwhelmed with glee.