Inside the teeny bakery/cafe I - hoping to snag a little sweet treat along with my cafe - waited patiently in line when a tall blond woman steps in.
"There's a line for the bakery?" she says with a sigh to no one in particular.
I felt compelled to answer her question: "Yes."
As we both wait patiently the room starts to fill once again. She reaches across to grab a loaf of their freshly baked breads. "Is their bread as good as everyone says?" I ask her.
"Yes, it's delicious." She says, and continues to describe her favorites from the Brioche to the Valrhona Chocolate.
I nod nicely and reached for my prepared coffee. Just when I was sugaring up my coffee did the girl beside me say "That's Martha Stewart, right?"
"Who?" I ask.
"THERE!" and she points to the nice lady giving me bread advice.