“Took my wife to Hill Country Donuts & Kolaches for breakfast during our anniversary trip and immediately realized we have very different definitions of “romantic breakfast.”
I’m standing there trying to order a raspberry cream cheese kolache — which, by the way, is basically a dessert disguised as breakfast — while my wife confidently requests the large sausage kolache. Not the regular size. Not the small. Specifically the LARGE sausage.
At that point I had questions.
First of all, how are these both called “kolaches” when one is a delicate fruity pastry and the other looks like something you’d eat before repairing a transmission? These foods have absolutely nothing in common besides existing under the same menu category.
Second… why was she so concerned with sausage sizing? The standard size seemed perfectly adequate to me. Maybe even above average. Nobody else in line seemed alarmed, which somehow made it worse.
The young lady taking our order was extremely friendly and polite, but completely impervious to humor. I tried making several jokes to ease my emotional distress and got the same calm expression every time, like she’s heard every possible kolache-related breakdown a man can have.
Food was fantastic though. My raspberry cream cheese kolache restored my faith in breakfast pastries, and my wife left very satisfied with her giant sausage situation.
“Took my wife to Hill Country Donuts & Kolaches for breakfast during our anniversary trip and immediately realized we have very different definitions of “romantic breakfast.”
I’m standing there trying to order a raspberry cream cheese kolache — which, by the way, is basically a dessert disguised as breakfast — while my wife confidently requests the large sausage kolache. Not the regular size. Not the small. Specifically the LARGE sausage.
At that point I had questions.
First of all, how are these both called “kolaches” when one is a delicate fruity pastry and the other looks like something you’d eat before repairing a transmission? These foods have absolutely nothing in common besides existing under the same menu category.
Second… why was she so concerned with sausage sizing? The standard size seemed perfectly adequate to me. Maybe even above average. Nobody else in line seemed alarmed, which somehow made it worse.
The young lady taking our order was extremely friendly and polite, but completely impervious to humor. I tried making several jokes to ease my emotional distress and got the same calm expression every time, like she’s heard every possible kolache-related breakdown a man can have.
Food was fantastic though. My raspberry cream cheese kolache restored my faith in breakfast pastries, and my wife left very satisfied with her giant sausage situation.
10/10 anniversary memory.“