Marzipan in the Hood

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On a seemingly innocent walk around the neighborhood between rain and clouds to remind Eitan what the sun looks like, I happened upon rugelach heaven!

Minutes away from our very own little apartment a full blown Marzipan store (but wait, there's more) and coffee shop.

This might not seem like the biggest deal, but, imagine the most delicious pastry, so good that it's worth traveling half an hour to the Shuk on Friday, throwing your body in front of masses of pushy Israeli old ladies and hungry Yeshiva students in order to get your hands on some. And now, contrast with a leisurely stroll down the street to pick them up in a highly civilized store while taking a few minute break to enjoy the first one (you have to have an oven fresh one, duh) sitting down at a table with a decaf vanilla latte instead of shoving one into your mouth as you push your way out back to Agrippas street.

This place is so legendary that it's even reviewed and raved about by not Kosher sources, the ultimate litmus test for anything Kosher. To read more about the little bites of delicious, so good that they can only exist in the holiest city int he world, check out this article. 

Sorry for the crazy today... sugar high, and I maybe forgot to say decaf (this happens sometimes, and it's not pretty). Also, is it total sacrilege that I think I like the cinnamon ones more then the chocolate? And that I took my sweet boy into the kodesh hakedoshim of sugar and gave him a potato bureka (upholding Ami's sugar nazi policies)?