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dionysus1999's brother in the early evening and then gaming with friends later. Stayed up way too late and had a huge brunch the next morning.
Sunday afternoon, I hung out with my friend W., a writer I met when I worked at the newspaper. We ended our visit by taking a walk in the fabulous sunshine at one of the Metroparks.
But before that, he and I drove to Dearborn to have pastries and coffee at an Arabic bakery. He'd been insisting for months that he wanted to take me there, but I couldn't imagine that a bakery could have stuff so good that I'd want to drive 30 minutes to Dearborn for it. However, this place isn't just a bakery; it's a destination. The inside has huge, vaulted ceilings, and shining marble everywhere. The staff of women in headscarves keep the display cases gleaming, and the presentation of the pastries, both Arabic and more traditional European ones, is gorgeous.
I wanted to try something savory and something sweet, so I had a filo dough tart stuffed with sauteed peppers and cheese and a little pastry of layered coffee-flavored cake with custard and bitter chocolate sprinkled on top. Yum! I need to find someone else who would appreciate this place to give me an excuse to go back.
Check out the list of pastries and the photos of the inside of Shatila Bakery here:
https://www.shatila.com/
dionysus1999's brother in the early evening and then gaming with friends later. Stayed up way too late and had a huge brunch the next morning.Sunday afternoon, I hung out with my friend W., a writer I met when I worked at the newspaper. We ended our visit by taking a walk in the fabulous sunshine at one of the Metroparks.
But before that, he and I drove to Dearborn to have pastries and coffee at an Arabic bakery. He'd been insisting for months that he wanted to take me there, but I couldn't imagine that a bakery could have stuff so good that I'd want to drive 30 minutes to Dearborn for it. However, this place isn't just a bakery; it's a destination. The inside has huge, vaulted ceilings, and shining marble everywhere. The staff of women in headscarves keep the display cases gleaming, and the presentation of the pastries, both Arabic and more traditional European ones, is gorgeous.
I wanted to try something savory and something sweet, so I had a filo dough tart stuffed with sauteed peppers and cheese and a little pastry of layered coffee-flavored cake with custard and bitter chocolate sprinkled on top. Yum! I need to find someone else who would appreciate this place to give me an excuse to go back.
Check out the list of pastries and the photos of the inside of Shatila Bakery here:
https://www.shatila.com/
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Date: 2005-03-07 05:03 pm (UTC)I once brought a box of the big mixed trays of their baklava to an SCA hafla in the middle of PA. Someone saw me with the box and literally ran across the room all bouncing with excitement, then practically begged please please PLEASE could they have a piece. Apparently they also do mail order, and he had very occasionally been ordering a box through the mail. He'd never had it fresh before.
I really should get some for my dad sometime. He thinks baklava is that syruppy gooey stuff you get wrapped up in plastic wrap at the local coney, silly man.