I have been to Herbsaint twice now. The first time, Jenna and I left and had to record our gushed comments on praise in a note on my phone, so profuse were they that I worried about forgetting them all. The second time, I had an unprecedented kind of love affair with my dessert. And yet, I have had a lot of trouble sitting down to write this review. I adore this place, and my conundrum is this: must I dissect this emotion and justify precisely why I feel the way I do? But I’ll humor you, because if there are any cynics out there reading this, the least I can do is convert them to believers.
As always, read more at Blake Makes.
And, oh, the sequel that I mentioned at the end of that post is actually published here. Sequel before the original? Hmm… a little strange, but I wanted to get the writing out as I felt the inspiration.
