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Unexpected Treat

As I was leaving my massage therapists house, his wife said, “it’s open,” walk up 15th Street and check it out.” I turned from my usual track and headed up 15th Street Between C and D Streets, SE, a young guy was standing in a freshly painted doorway calling out to see if anyone wanted free samples. Having already been given a thumbs up, I stopped and joined two others who were enjoying the offer.

I was handed a freshly baked Philadelphia style pretzel and a squeeze container of mustard. The pretzel had been baked within the half hour, there was just the right amount of salt, and it was definitely a treat after a Saturday afternoon massage.

“It’s a simple concept–just the pretzels, and I am still working out hours and prices. Have to work around having a two-year old at home.”

The neighbors, who definitely were enjoying their pretzels and the neighborhood setting, said they would be happy to be in a picture for my blog.

The pretzels will certainly appeal after the Little League games across the street, but it’s a treat for those in post massage bliss and people taking a casual walk around the neighborhood, too.

I am happy to support this new venture. What changes and integrates our neighborhood includes the willingness to open a small business off the beaten track (340 15th St., SE) that will appeal to a broad section of the community.

To find out information on prices (he does special orders for parties) and hours of operation, check out “The Pretzel Bakery”s Facebook page.

 

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Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.

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One Comment

  1. Thanks for the nice write up, Elizabeth! The web site you cited as mine is incorrect. My web site is under construction, so check out my facebook page for info: http://www.facebook.com/ThePretzelBakery

    Remember, Saturday April 21st is my grand opening and to celebrate, pretzels are $1 all day from 11a-7p or until I run out.

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