Juliana C.
Yelp
JP's a pretty small place, and I like to think I keep fairly good tabs on additions to the neighborhood. How did When Pigs Fly escape my eagle eye? Blame it on books -- I take the 39 home from work, and generally have my nose buried in a novel when we pass by WPF's section of the street.
No matter. Last evening I swung by the newest location of seven New England-based bakeries after a reception at UForge Gallery, and was absolutely bowled over by the hospitality. While I perused shelves of infused olive oil and french toast toppings, Jennifer, manning the counter, told me about WPF's other locations, their ingredients, their most popular loaves and their commitment to no preservatives. Then I died and went to carb heaven.
Have you ever had access to basically unlimited bread samples? No? Get the hell over to WPF, because after trying the chocolate bread (thick, semi-sweet, perfect with a scoop of vanilla ice cream), best-seller orange cranberry with toasted walnut (tasted exactly like fall), and spinach with roasted onions and garlic ciabatta (so savory and delicious) and turning down further offerings (no more space in my stomach), I was given a massive bag of slices to take home.
I left the store with a stupefied smile, an enormous loaf of onion-mushroom ciabatta, lemon-blueberry cake, and enough bread samples to defeat the appetites of my three roommates, all for $9.