Four and Twenty Blackbirds

September 27, 2011 § Leave a comment

Four and twenty: about double the amount of months I have been waiting to enter this (now legendary yet still unassuming) pie shop. And all of a sudden, entirely by accident in only the way that those magical life encounters seem to pass, there I was.

Peach and paprika pie, fresh schlag, cold brew.

While this wasn’t quite the level of just-baked-by-Mom glory, such a pie is probably the closest I will ever get away from my childhood kitchen. And with its wooden tables, open counters and an atmosphere inviting enough to allow for reading a book all afternoon on a Saturday, Four and Twenty Blackbirds did indeed become my adopted house for those few hours. If they only had a couch for post-pie naps… But then again, life must have some trials to afford such rewards, don’t you think?


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