It’s possible to buy pockets of love. Homer proved it one warm, puffy pitta at a time.
Even a blustery, wet sidewalk couldn’t deter a dozen-plus shuffling patrons from claiming their spot in line. Because while the former yoga-studio was anything but roomy, the promise of hand-rolled, wood-fired pita was just steps away.
The food sounds amazing - nicely written blog, too! I hope you'll share more of your restaurant posts...
Thanks Loy! I do love food ;)