In the early ’80s, when I lived in the Rust Belt, we chanced upon a small Greek bakery in the middle of a residential area – just five or six blocks from our house, actually.
What an incredible discovery! Along with the realization it made no sense to try to keep anything over an additional day – that honey soaks through the flaky phyllo dough too quickly! But, oh my, before it does!
Brings back fond memories of a little bakery in Duluth, MN which was also just a few minutes walk from the apartment I lived in at the time.
Where was this bakery, Jnana?
Warren, Ohio … near Youngstown.