Maggie, Maggie, Maggie.
Thank goodness we do not live in Forest Grove, OR. We would likely not have the fortitude to order the veggie egg white omelet, no cheese. Joe's sister Claire can do this.
No, not us.
We cannot -- would not-- imagine saying no to something as voluptuously decadent as a Maggie's Bun:
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| One bun to feed them all. |
Maggie's is cheerful and funky and colorful. Yes, it's the kind of eclectic coffee shop you find in most hip neighborhoods, but also much more. The food is incredible. There's always something to look at, even if the wait is getting to you.
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| We're so hungry and *yawn* we don't DRINK coffee |
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| A moment on the lips, forever on the hips. |
A quick check of #Maggie's Buns on Twitter confirmed what we already suspected. The place is like a happy, delicious, viral addiction. Some need the coffee, some need the groove, and some just need the buns, but everyone in Forest Grove, it seems, needs Maggie.
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| Overcome by our feeding frenzy, we forgot to document the enormity of the bun as compared to a 5-year-old's head. Note: this is only HALF of a Maggie's Bun! |
I need to go to Maggie's Buns! These look so good, but at the same time I'm thinking a Diabetic Come is served on the side!Cousin Terry says no way I could eat it all myself!
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