11 a.m. I walk into the jam-packed café alive with a bustle–not the kind that makes it hard to hear your thoughts, but the one that makes you grateful for being alive in the moment.
I perch on the little stool not meant for me to hoard. Here, lines blur between work and leisure in this timeless room where chefs and guests make work fun. The first fresh baked goods of the day flew to the granite bar from the hands of the chef.
Hot from the oven the cinnamon rolls look supple underneath their sheen of sugar glaze. That’s the best part about an open kitchen—the sight of snowy icing sugar being sprinkled on your favourite pastry makes the whole wait an experience in itself. I take the first bite and already my day is fulfilled. In every bite my childhood fantasy of freshly baked cinnamon rolls manifests as a multi-sensory experience. I am braced for the day, satiated until the next 4 p.m. freshly baked surprise.
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