Arif Bakery

I had me a cravin’ for something sweet like caramelized barley one day, so I stopped into this bakery for a bite. The selection was not so entertaining — let’s compare it to playing the piano. If basic is hitting one key at a time, intermediate is playing chords, and advanced is adding in trills and staccato, this bakery plays C then D then E, no fancy trimmings.
A lot of the biscuits looked like large versions of the kind you find for buffet after religious services (or the kind I remember from my childhood) that are, say green and have a large maraschino cherry on top. Nothing that ever made me shiver with tasty delight in my shoes. There were also some mince pie squares. I asked the lady at the counter (who smiled as much as a a elephant actually eats peanuts, but was still nice) if I should get a mince pie, silver spoons for my soup, or one of those triangle bars of biscuit with I don’t know what on stop. I didn’t quite phrase it like that, but she recommended the latter.
So I got it. I still don’t know what it was, but from what I can deduce, it was a biscuit topped with dried fruit and held together with caramel-​ish substance. It wasn’t amazing, but it hit the spot enough. Say just to the right of the bulls eye circle.
The place is alright, but no French pastries.