It's Better Than God

My friend Delicious introduced me to what may be the best dessert shop this side of the Mississippi. It's called Pix, it's in SE on Division and eating there is like having cherubs raised in the Candyland Correctional Facility for Wayward Angels gang-rape your tongue while singing a merry medley of Disney classics including (but not limited to): "A Whole New World" and "Bear Necessities". In all honesty if the only form of payment these people accepted were dead kittens there'd be a lot fewer fuzzy balls of love running around right now. I apologize to cat lovers, but once you've eaten there you'll understand why Mittens had to go into the wood-chipper. Really, it was for the best.

-Zeroes, the consumer whore-

ps I don't call him that because I think he's delicious. In all honesty I've never eaten of his flesh, that's just weird, why would you even think that? What, are you sick or something? Ugh.