Waking up to start a new day is always the hardest task after such a wonderful night—and New Politics certainly delivered one. But after dealing with my young adult responsibilities, including a quick morning trip to the dentist where I discovered four cavities, I figured the only responsible decision was to put more sugar in my mouth. Here we are, another adventure.

Strolling down Church Street in beautiful April weather—a warm 54 degrees—brought me to Yori’s Bakery: a cozy, undiscovered little gem in West Chester. I could already smell the addictive sugary scent of freshly made baked goods spilling out from the cracks around the door when I grabbed the handle.

The interior reminded me of the local bakery in my hometown that my mom used to order my birthday cakes from while growing up. It already had my heart, mimicking the classic, rounded pastry displays running through the length of the store and the fluorescent lighting used in public school classrooms.

“Hi,” the cashier said.

“Hi,” I echoed.

Silence sat between the blue-eyed girl in an apron and myself. Pacing up and down the pale green tiles, I thought to myself, “Where do I begin? Cakes, cupcakes, pies, cookies. Oh boy.”

“I’ll take two coconut macaroons and a box of cookies,” I smiled.

“You got it,” she said.

The option to sit down to enjoy a cookie or two and some coffee had been conveniently provided toward the back of the store at a few metal tables. However, I decided to get my cookies to go. My dessert-loving roommate would appreciate free food back at the dorm; we’re two peas in a pod.

The cashier seemed nice enough in our short exchange of a 20-dollar bill and some change for some sweet treats.

I’m tired of pastries, being that I work at Panera Bread. I have taken possession of too many leftover bakery items at the end of the night that become tomorrow’s snack. However, Yori’s Bakery treats provided a break from my usual day-old chocolate chip or lemon drop cookies.

I ate the macaroon, sticky with hardened, sugary edges from being cooked, on the way back to my car. I’ve never had a macaroon before, but I love coconut-flavored anything—and that still holds true. Yummy.

Once I arrived back at campus, my roommate John and I bit into crunchy butter cookies and powdered, fruit-filled cookies. Certainly, the treats were what I had expected from Yori’s, but they hadn’t been underwhelming. They were nothing spectacular, but they had been familiar.

“They’re a bit dry, but they remind me of home when my mom would bring back cookies from the bakery and I’d come home from school and be really excited to eat them,” John said.

“I was thinking the same thing. They kind of taste like my Nana’s cookies—of course, not better. Nana makes the best,” I laughed.

If you’re looking for a taste of small-town suburbs, Yori’s is the place to go. It was quite sweet to reminisce. No pun intended.

Rating: 7.5/10

Kirsten Magas is a second-year student majoring in English with minors in biology and creative writing. ✉ KM867219@wcupa.edu.

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