On the advice of a friend, I got the shmoo tart, which I would NOT have gotten otherwise, but which was so far up my alley it has real estate there.
It was a light, fluffy cake with whipped cream and caramelized pecans. Eleanor was also a fan.
We noticed, when we pulled up, that there was a FRINGE FESTIVAL going on outside, so after our desserts we walked the streets a bit to check out the aura readers and bratwurst sellers and puppies
and dancers. This one troupe was just these three girls and their teacher twirling, twirling, twirling on a rug for a whole song.
Like, they didn't even change direction. Eleanor is an easy critic, however.
We like it here.
2 comments:
Sounds like Stoon parties all weekend every weekend if you're any indication. Can't wait to see E twirl next FT!
omg she is too cute for words.
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