City Pages’ Molly Priesmeyer, writing at Pinch! TC, pens a love letter to the peanut butter cookies at the May Day Cafe.

That’s what you are to me, peanut-butter cookie: the sweetest morning retreat. A happy interruption in-between seemingly endless complacency. A gigantic bite of possibility. Have I mentioned to you how perfect you are? Your lovingly forked and salted face the size of the moon. The crumbs you leave behind that are as easily devoured as that first bite. The salt and sugar I could literally lick off your awkwardly globe-shaped face. You just might be the best cookie ever created. And I feel so lucky to have finally met you.

I hope this doesn’t freak you out, peanut-butter cookie.

I’ve been to the May Day Cafe (3440 Bloomington Ave S) on two occasions. Once for a Fringe bring-your-own-venue show, and then once a few weeks ago for lunch. It’s cute and tiny, and so very Powderhorn Park. If you need an image of the stereotype of Powderhorn, go sit in there for a while.

I wasn’t overly in love with the breakfast burrito I had, but I’ll be sure to try a peanut butter cookie on my next visit.

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