Joseph B.
8/2/2025
Beneath the golden crust of that pretzel lay a truth I wasn't ready for--a sacred harmony of salt, warmth, and memory. It wasn't just food; it was revelation. Each bite carried the quiet hum of a...
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Beneath the golden crust of that pretzel lay a truth I wasn't ready for--a sacred harmony of salt, warmth, and memory. It wasn't just food; it was revelation. Each bite carried the quiet hum of a...
Got an almond pretzel today that's moshed together and not fully baked. Can still see the raw dough. Very disappointed, but couldn't go back for exchange since I already left the terminal.