A new pair of loafers arrived in the mail, and were immediately returned-to-sender... they hurt in a way that I recognized, and I knew that they would never be broken-in. I would go into detail, but I've been bad-mouthing the company enough lately. On the walk home from the waterfront, I found this new hidden bakery off of Hanover St.
An alley hidden in plain sight.
A stroll down the tiny passageway.
Go in the door, and take the stairs down.
Excellent bread. A full bag cost me $3.
The alley out.
Hard to find. Well worth it.
The North End is also home to the "Skinny House"... one of America's famous spite houses. I can identify with this type of operation. There is often a pleasantly bitter taste is petty retribution... like the flavor of Angostura, but mixed with smug self-satisfaction and shaken with ice.