1783 Main Street Baraka Pita Bakery
One winter day when I stopped in at Baraka the fellow behind the counter seemed sad as he told me how cold it was here compared to his home in Lebanon. Later I thought of winter and the bleakness of the street and, with reference to the Lebanese flag, tried to compensate by imagining the store in the comforting shade of two big cedar trees,
Last time I was there I noticed how much heat the fiery oven gave off as it cooked my spinach pita. Enough to warm up even the chilly June day.