I Came for a Snack, Left with a New Waistline
Pretzel Snack Shop in Union, NJ just committed a delicious crime against my self-control--and I'm not even mad about it.
I ordered the cheeseburger, Philly Cheese, 420, and BBQ chicken pretzel pockets, and let me tell you: each one was a warm, gooey hug wrapped in a golden pretzel shell. The flavors? Illegal. The satisfaction? Immediate. The regret? Nonexistent... until I tried to button my jeans.
Then came the Nutella pretzel. I don't know what kind of sorcery they baked into that thing, but I blacked out somewhere between the first bite and the last smear of hazelnut heaven. I think I saw God. He was holding a pretzel.
If you're on a diet, run. If you love joy, carbs, and the kind of food that makes you question your life choices in the best way--get here. I gained a pant size and a new favorite spot. Worth it! #embracethethicknessandeat read more