This Bwogger has been sleeping on JJs french toast for far too long.

Dear JJ’s french toast,

I only ate you for the very first time three days ago, but already I feel as though I couldn’t live without you. Every fiber of my being is fighting the urge to run back to JJ’s at any hour of the day. 

I’ve never even been a huge fan of french toast. It always seemed like a less good variation on pancakes or other breakfast foods, and even trying to make it at home one time yielded disappointing results. But something changed Saturday night. I was eagerly munching on some french fries and nuggets when my friend brought over a plate of french toast and offered to share. I decided I would give it one last chance and took a bite. 

The French toast melted in my mouth and was perfectly warm and decadent. The powdered sugar gave it the perfect amount of sweetness and the outside was perfectly crispy. Shockingly, this french toast was delicious by regular food standards, not even my lowered dining hall food standards. Only one serving was not enough, and my friends and I had to go back for seconds. 

Already, I am dreading the day that I have to graduate Columbia and thus, say goodbye to you for the last time. Until then, I hope we meet again soon. 

Yours,

A Hungry Bwogger 

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