Bears and Cheese Rolls

Yesterday, Gav and I grabbed lunch at The Quilted Bear.

There is a little restaurant/cafe inside full of yummy things.

When I was little, my mom had a booth at QB, so she'd take us there all the time.

She promised if we were good, she would buy us a cheese roll.

Those cheese rolls were to die for!

So big and yummy.
My brother and I would be perfect little angels until we got our delicious snack.

Then, we probably continued terrorizing each other.

Well I was feeling nostalgic.

{And the place I REALLY wanted to go to was closed until dinner time}

So I took Gavin there.

We got our soup and cheeserolls and I was in Heaven.

I wish I had one right now.

Afterwards, we wandered around the store, killing time.

(It was a monsoon outside)

{ What the heck IS this thing?}

This was my favorite part...

 Yes, PLEASE walk straight into the doors.

It would give me something AMAZING to blog about.