The people at Bryn Mawr's Pizza Palace were really nice. The girl at the
counter could not stop fawning over our kid. She asked him how old he was. She
couldn't stop saying how cute he looked. If we wouldn‘t have thought it was
vaguely psychotic, she probably would have pinched his cheeks a little. Generally,
she was just an all-around sweetheart. It's people like this that make it
really enjoyable to go out to eat.
It's also people like this who make it hard to tell you about a really
mediocre pie.
