Butter and espresso do not usually stop me in a parking lot, but this smell did. I almost kept driving until it pulled me straight through the door.
Georgia hides plenty of good food, but this bakery plays it especially close to the vest. Nobody posts about it much, and regulars seem to like it that way.
Inside, the pastry case looked like something from a movie set in Italy, not a strip mall in Georgia. Flaky layers, dusted sugar, and cream fillings lined up in perfect rows…