Muffins Without Borders

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I’ve very recently joined the ranks of those living North of Fourth, though Rob likes to point out that I am only just inside the western edge of the ‘hood.  Maybe someday when I’m finally done school, I will be able to live with the beautiful people around Cornwall and Yew.  A library student can dream, right?  Anyway, I’m thrilled to be in the new place with my lovely roommate and I’m ready to eat/drink/shop my way through a whole new part of Kits.

Moving on…it turns out there is no correlation between my proximity to a bus stop and my tardiness.  After missing all three busses at my conveniently located new bus stop (4th and Alma), I glanced across the street at Muffin Break.  I thought a muffin would be just the ticket for what was sure to be a long wait in the rain.  Wow.  It tasted like a fluffy cloud with delicious pockets of chocolate chip precipitation.  This weather metaphor did not work as well as I imagined, but I think you get the idea.  A delicious muffin for $1.75, and the lady referred to me as “Love.”  All I had to do was cross the street into Point Grey.  I’m sold. 

Last modified: May 14, 2008

3 Responses to " Muffins Without Borders "

  1. sharolyn says:

    For an even better treat, pop next door to Hot Cuisine and have one of their brownies. You will never enter Muffin Break again, I promise you.

  2. Mike says:

    15 years ago I was the “muffin pan boy” at that Muffin Break! For an hour or so after school I would clean and grease the muffin pans, fill up the flour bins, take out the trash etc… and got paid $10!
    One time, a bag of flour was mislabelled… it said “Whole Wheat” but inside was actually the “tea biscuit” mix…I thought I was going to get fired.

  3. Kimmy says:

    Ok, I will have to try these brownies, for sure. But sometimes only a muffin will do! Wow, 10 bucks an hour 15 years ago is pretty sweet, I only get 12 at my P/T job and I have a degree. Too bad about the tea biscuit tyranny, though.