Round 2

In keeping with tradition, last night - the night before 2 final exams and the deadline for a 10 page paper - we went out for croissants at 1:00 am.

Recently, we have discovered an even secreter bakery even closer to home. As in, there is no line and no sign. It's just you and your sniffer as a compass. The trick to this particular establishment is the red van. This is your green light. If the van is parked in the alley, then it's blocking the open window of a croissant-factory. 

The baker nonchalantly says, "What'll you have?" (in Italian of course) and indulges every night prowler's craving. Upon placing our order of 8 croissants (for 3 people - don't judge), he whipped out a tray from the oven, poured the filling into piping bags and injected the gooey innards into the flaky, phyllo pastry.

Tailored to my demand, made on the spot in front of my face, fresh out of the oven, and here's the best part: 1 Euro each.

Let's just say last night it was cream-filled, orange marmalade and chocolate pudding.
And I made sure to take pictures this time around.