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    Raising The Bar

    5.0 (1 review)
    Closed 7:30 am - 3:00 pm

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    Salted Butter Bakery

    Salted Butter Bakery

    4.9
    (11 reviews)
    0.2 mi

    Butta my biscuit, salt it up and make it creamy. What is…read moreLinguini doing in Harrisburg? Relax. Let me and ya motha worry about my whereabouts. All alone. It's you and you in this world, not you versus you. The fat signal lights up the ambrosia sky and I jiggle my rolls into my fat mobile. Trusting my instinct, I drive. My pet mule Pacho's friend chimpanzee was right, sometimes you just gotta throw that brown stuff at the wall and see if it sticks. Before I tangent, let me compliment the staff. A very friendly woman asked me my favorite shape. I was flustered and confused. What does that mean and why. What is my favorite shape? Turns out I don't have one. "Triangle" slips out from between my unconvincing and partially shamed moist and ever succulent lips. She had hoped for a more complex shape. I failed her. But she didn't fail me. Tangent time. The rubber on my near rubber-less tires squeal as I continue my marathon thru PA. For what have I done to deserve such wear and tear? Yells my poorly crafted American vehicle. You guess the brand. You're probably thinking something exquisite and luxurious but think again. Linguini is a working man - like YOU - but not like you at the same time. As so, I've traveled near, far and between PA. I have hit it all. How? I'm not sure. But that's how life goes. One day you're staring at your reflection in the mirror - pondering - and the next day the mirror shatters at the sight of you as you spend not a second in thought. I navigated this downtown in Simpsons Road Rage style. Rippin thru walkways and going oppo on one way streets. No cops. The citizens trolly around in their hipster gear without a worry. This town is like if Albany had an ugly baby. Took no genes from the father. Some question who the father really is. Not me I can promise you that... this time. The scents from the homeless soaking in the Susquehanna River detracts from the chocolate wind breezing over from nearby Hershey. And now I've got the squirts. Some innocent porta-potty is gonna pay for this. (Confirming, one did. An elementary aged girl was the next one into that potty. I'm sorry. You didn't need that trauma.) Anyways. My cinnamon bun was frosted right in front of me and my cookie was slipped into a paper bag for me to enjoy on the run. I'm an important person, I don't have time for leisurely walks. My days of pondering are over, thank goodness I used them, wisely? I leisurely walk out of this bakery in thought and immediately forget where I parked. Trouble? No. I'm surrounded by me, a cookie and a cinnamon bun. What could go wrong? Well, I take one bite of my delicious cookie and lose my sense. I immediately get accosted by a street preacher. She squares me up, disrespects me and the cross around my neck. "Anyone can wear one of those" she proudly attempts in a mogging fashion, with a mug face. Straight from the playbook, but I'm eating a cookie and I can't remember where my car is. So I entertain her. Fool? Maybe. Her heart is in the right place, but her approach and sense of superiority diminish her message. I decided to humble myself, for the Lord, as she couldn't... and I shared in prayer. I told her "hey I'm walking to my car and I'm gonna be eating this cookie but please help yourself." Help yourself she did. Educated me, LB, the dimwit. And as I used her as decoy to find my car, out of thin air, apparently, I was reborn. I now, out of the blue of the tantalizing and persuasive moon, turned born again Christian in the midst of Harrisburg. Or so I was told. I munched down the last bits of my fantastic cookie as I looked this woman dead in the eyes and prophecized "Have a great rest of your day." If not me, then who? Not YOU. The cookie was really scrumptious though... every once in a while I looked over at her as she pestered me down the street and I mumbled "man this is a good cookie" as if she cared any bit about me, my life and my experiences. Self-righteous joke deeep out the pocket, good one LB. And yet, after all of that, i still haven't got to the best part. With the truth of god leading me, flowing through my body, I physically cannot lead you astray. One of the best buns I've ever had - and it's crafted to my very liking. As if manifested just for LB. The icing was sufficient and very frosty. And oh... AMAZING BUN. If this thing was cooked for 1 less second it would be raw. Moist. I could've polished back a few but I couldn't go back for 99 reasons. And, unfortunately, I likely will never be back. But we'll always have this moment. And I hope that YOU, the reader, has this same moment one day. An amazing bakery in the heart of the heart of freedom. A country built on the word of God. 250 years in, with no semblance of the true meaning of Freedom and Pursuit of happiness we trek on. Proud, superior and hosting the World Cup. Cheers to us, Cheers to cinnamon buns!

    Exploring for a new coffee shop today ... and oh my - this place is amazing. More for the bakery…read morebut my cold brew was fantastic. The location is fantastic - just steps from the Broad Street Market ... tucked into an old bank FULL of character .. there's a spacious lobby for browsing the sweet treats, and a cozy comfortable seating area. We got an oatmeal cream pie the size of your face that was out of this world ... she heated up an apple crisp for me to eat with my cold brew and we got a 1/2 dozen rolls to go. I seriously wanted to try one of everything in the case ... we will be back and make this a staple! The manager is super sweet and is on point with every recommendation and crazy client that stopped in! There's obviously some regulars ... and for good reason .. I'll be one now!

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    The Pennsylvania Bakery

    The Pennsylvania Bakery

    3.1
    (216 reviews)
    2.5 mi
    $$

    When I saw PA Bakery advertising mini King Cakes for Mardi Gras, I was genuinely thrilled. A…read morereasonably sized King Cake felt like a dream come true -- all the fun of the tradition without committing to feeding an entire village. I immediately pre-ordered two mini King Cakes at $5.50 each (total $11), already imagining the moment I'd get to gloat when I found the hidden baby! The mini King Cakes were actually quite generous in size. Easily enough for 3-4 people...although I personally demolished mine in one sitting and have zero regrets. Now for the part that caught me off guard. The plastic baby -- arguably the entire point of a traditional King Cake -- was perched on top instead of hidden inside. I was fully anticipating that moment of excitement that comes from discovering the baby mid-bite, because that's kind of the magic of a King Cake tradition. Without that element, what I ended up with felt more like a very festive brioche-style cinnamon roll wearing Mardi Gras colors than a King Cake. To be clear, it tasted good. The cake itself was soft without being dry, had plenty of cinnamon-esque filling without tipping into overly gooey territory, and was generously finished with frosting and sugary crystals. Flavor-wise, no complaints. But if you're marketing something specifically as a King Cake, the expectation is that the baby is hidden within. Otherwise, it changes the experience entirely. For food safety purposes, there are plenty of creative alternatives -- an edible marzipan baby, a clearly oversized non-choking-hazard version, sticker on the box, etc. -- but the surprise element is part of what makes a King Cake a King Cake. Overall, not a bad experience -- just not quite the Mardi Gras moment I was hoping for. Next year, I'll probably seek out a bakery that leans into the full King Cake tradition...because if I'm chasing the thrill of finding a tiny plastic baby in my dessert, I want to earn that victory properly. If the baby isn't going in the cake, just let me know up front so I can manage my expectations (and my Mardi Gras excitement) accordingly.

    Always a great spot to stop by for some sweets. Even made a custom cake as a treat!…read more Camp hills go to spot for the pleasure, Never disappoints in the bakery feats :)

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