You know the garden, right? SPUG? It exists, is thriving, etc, though I have not posted much about it lately. Anyway. Right by SPUG, "they" are going to build storefronts and such along the Warren street "corridor" and mixed use stuff behind. I dream of a little hardware store, but that is just too much thinking about Etsy. What they NEED, though, is a branch of the Bloomington bakery/restaurant
Feast, where breakfast was flowing for two consecutive mornings. Tamales, for god's sake.
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| Al fresco as hell. |
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Panoramic view. That dog at right is an Ibizan hound. He
knows Fatboy Slim! |
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| Nature's bounty |
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| Local produce purveyors rolling up as we sat. Not staged! Tight! |
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Oh, hells, chipotle roast chicken tamales over eggs, with
housemade tomatillo salsa and a blob o' smoked paprika crema. Beats
my favored blueberry Pop-Tarts, I must admit. 10 bucks! Worth at least 11.50. |
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