I just don't get it
He's there, presumably, to manage the lines that snake through the streets of Georgetown, not to guard the baking secrects of the sisters who own it. There's almost always a line outside (rain or shine), not to mention the crowds that form inside, as people cram to decide whether it's a red velvet, salted caramel, coconut kind of day -- or a vanilla birthday, chocolate ganache, key lime kind of day. Decisions. Delicious, delicious decisions.
Maybe if I watch the show I might understand.
I'm kinda hoping not.
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