Kelly J.
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UPDATE 20250613:
Added a picture of the apple streusel from the Pie Bar. This time it was served chilled. It was another pleasant visit.
As a side note, while the environment is intimate and conducive to hostesses and patrons being on a first name basis, I think it is totally unnecessary for a hostess to ask one for a first name for their order, especially if one has worked up to being a regular. I don't think the traffic volume warrants such. And I'm not hearing first names at any other time or with other patrons, and I certainly wasn't asked this the first two times. (But then it has been different days and different hostesses at this point.)
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It was a fine coffee break and writing session at the Marietta Pie Bar this afternoon. On this second visit, I sat inside and acquainted myself with a slice of their apple streusel pie.
The slice of pie was ho-hum, due its soggy nature and heating. It bared the consistency of home bake, to which I had expected pie a cut above homemade; or rather, homemade worthy of the price point(s) and for the business to exist.
What I did like about the apple streusel, though, was the structure. The stacked slices of apples that made up filling inspired me to venture beyond my own Dutch apple pie. All in all, I did lose myself in the slice to have missed taking a picture of it. It was good in that regard. In addition to the fresh brew of coffee, though I remember the cup was slightly bigger last time.
The hostess (assumed to be the manager of this location) is friendly, and the server who took my order was gracious though a little too eager. It appeared I was the first customer, before a number of people walked in to take their orders to go. Except for this older mother-daughter couple, but by then I was leaving.