Mike’s Pastry

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So this is one of the MOST famous places in all of Boston. According to my dad, and most of the internet. It is a small bakery in the North End of Boston, aka the Italian district. As you walk the streets from the center of Boston (well to me and my dad that was Fanueil Hall) the buildings slowly turn into apartments and change in style till it feels like you are in a whole new city. You can feel the unique Italian neighborhood vibe in this main street of North End.

You walk by café after café after Italian restaurant after pastry shop. It was beautiful and painfully and heartachingly reminded me of Europe.

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The inside of Mike’s was just as quaint as the rest of the street. It was American old-school with the feeling of a 50’s diner including embossed metal ceilings

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But the highlights of the place was truly the pastry display which spanned the length of 3 walls, leaving only the entrance wall clear of racks of sweets.

The true torture of this place was picking which dessert. Not only did they have cupcakes, tiramisu, other small cakes, ice cream, cookies, cannoli, etc. But they had multiple FLAVOURS of each. So once you decided what TYPE of dessert you craved you had to pick what TASTE you wanted. I debated hard for the entire wait between peanut butter and espresso cannoli. I ultimately chose the peanut butter. It was so rich and decadent. I had some trouble finishing it. But the cannoli pastry was flaky and with a surprisingly dense bite. In fact, it reminded me of the Mexican sopapillas. I had never had a true cannoli before and this one has set high standards.

Then my dad tried the tiramisu and it was perfect. Just the right balance of espresso, chocolate, cinnamon and liquor in a creamy and spongy cup. Their coffee was delicious as well, though my choice of a flavoured latte was perhaps not the wisest. I was so over-sugared that I had trouble thinking about any more food for the next 4 hours.

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My only complaint was the service. As in the owner was the sole waitress in a ridiculous tiny and crowded go-to spot for the lunch hour. We actually didn’t have to wait that long, but it’s the principal of the thing.

Also, keep in mind, if you go there they ONLY accept CASH. No credit, debit, checks. If not for my daddy being old-fashioned I would have missed out on a delicious treat.

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