I waited months to take my coolio sister to the Mayday Cafe which is her namesake. I discovered it on a wonderful exploration day and then joyfully bided my time until I could take her there. The small things.
I split a 7-layer bar with her for breakfast and then felt sick for hours. I will never make 7-layer bars after this. They are over-sweet, and I have no use for their sickly, cloying consistency, even if I am from the Midwest and occasionally attend potlucks. The end.