I don’t eat much sugar, so dessert is a bit of a problem. But the Village Inn, god bless its strangely anarchic cultural heart, has sugar free apple pie most nights. As a result, pie is a common family outing. Lissa’s not terribly fond of the Village Inn, but Nora, The Boy and I are regulars. The night crew sees me and immediately begins checking to see if they have any of my pie. I don’t even have to ask any more. The pies are not all that great, but they’re not bad, and the staff is delightful, and the strange slices of humanity that hang out there late evenings even more so.
We didn’t have any cameras with us, so you’ll have to settle for the above stock shot as a stand-in for our Pi(e) Day desserts.