They never understand my excitement because they think it's just any ol' soft pretzel. Oh how wrong they are. Philly Pretzel Heaven has perfected the pretzel. Unlike Auntie Anne's greasy commercial crap, Pretzel Heaven's pretzels are twists of salted joy.
It was 8am and I was driving Amanda (one of my back-home bffs) to work. We pass by US 441 (the street Pretzel Heaven is on) and I wonder aloud "Is Pretzel Heaven open?" Amanda looked it up on her phone and, indeed, it opens at 8. I almost cried of happiness as I mentally decided to treat myself to breakfast pretzels.
My car pulled up to PH at 8:45. I open my door and almost run inside... until I saw the door was closed! What! Why! There was a small sign hanging on the door that said "summer hours," proclaiming that the shop will open at 9 throughout the summer. After humming a brief tune of "Should I Stay or Should I Go," I decided to wait out the next 15 minutes in hopes of buying a piping hot pretzel.
8:51 and the door opens. I dash inside to see two employees shaping pretzels. Over the loud drone of the ovens, I ask "Are you guys serving pretzels?" They didn't hear me. I waited. Finally, they noticed me. "How many do you want?" "Just two." "It'll be about 9 minutes."
Ten minutes later and there I was, sitting on the curb outside, eating a fresh pretzel dipped in cinnamon glaze. The sun beat down on me and sweat beaded on my forehead. An older man walked by, examined me, and stopped. "Wow! What a perfect day you're having. Sitting in the sun, eating a pretzel. What could be better?" I nodded in agreement, slightly perturbed that I was interrupted during my feast.
Pretzel Heaven review: honestly, what can be better than salted pieces of bread? Salted pieces of bread dipped in pretty much any sauce you could want (chocolate, cinnamon, vanilla, peanut butter, 6 different types of mustard, nacho cheese... the list goes on). Teamed with specialty drinks and a great price, Pretzel Heaven will always be one of my favorite places.
My car pulled up to PH at 8:45. I open my door and almost run inside... until I saw the door was closed! What! Why! There was a small sign hanging on the door that said "summer hours," proclaiming that the shop will open at 9 throughout the summer. After humming a brief tune of "Should I Stay or Should I Go," I decided to wait out the next 15 minutes in hopes of buying a piping hot pretzel.
8:51 and the door opens. I dash inside to see two employees shaping pretzels. Over the loud drone of the ovens, I ask "Are you guys serving pretzels?" They didn't hear me. I waited. Finally, they noticed me. "How many do you want?" "Just two." "It'll be about 9 minutes."
Ten minutes later and there I was, sitting on the curb outside, eating a fresh pretzel dipped in cinnamon glaze. The sun beat down on me and sweat beaded on my forehead. An older man walked by, examined me, and stopped. "Wow! What a perfect day you're having. Sitting in the sun, eating a pretzel. What could be better?" I nodded in agreement, slightly perturbed that I was interrupted during my feast.
Pretzel Heaven review: honestly, what can be better than salted pieces of bread? Salted pieces of bread dipped in pretty much any sauce you could want (chocolate, cinnamon, vanilla, peanut butter, 6 different types of mustard, nacho cheese... the list goes on). Teamed with specialty drinks and a great price, Pretzel Heaven will always be one of my favorite places.
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