We sampled five different pie slices this afternoon. Pip and I rationalized ordering two slices each by marching briskly for about two miles from the crack noodle restaurant in Chinatown to Bubby's. This is what we call "pre-burning calories." The Ancient Mariner had to settle for just one slice since he covered the terrain at his usual snail-like pace, lagging about a block behind us on the flats and catching up with us at red lights.
Someone dove right into that Key Lime Pie |
The Ancient Mariner had Whiskey Apple Pie. Whether it deserves another try is anyone's guess because he finished his piece before Pip and I could get our forks to that side of the table.
The entree menu looked interesting (bacon-wrapped meatloaf, anyone?) but I can't imagine ordering anything other than pie at Bubby's. "Save room for pie" strikes me as sage advice and in my case that room needs to accommodate both Key Lime and Michigan Sour Cherry.
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