What happens when you neglect your Papa
Good news: Your doctor says you have 24 hours to live.
Bad news: He meant to tell you yesterday.
Bad news: Your blood is all over the crime scene.
Good news: Your cholesterol is way down.
See? Not funny. Depressing and lame.
Why am I cranky?
Because I was looking through this new booklet the T has produced, which lists discounts and freebies for CharlieCard holders.
And I saw something that said:
"Ooh," I sez to myself, I sez, "Macanchee on a stick? That merits investigation."
Google searches brought up no results for the business (tsk, tsk!) but there was a Chowhound thread on Boston-area mac and cheese recommendations that seemed to offer a clue.
I scrolled through and found this:
"Where Beard Papa used to be"??
If you missed my earlier paean to Beard Papa's light and delicious cream puffs, or if you're not lucky enough to live in New York or California, you won't understand why this is bad news indeed.
Beard Papa's website confirms that there are now no outlets in Massachusetts. None.
It was bad enough when they took away Krispy Kreme and replaced it with Kelly's Roast Beef (no, not cool).
The Boy, of course, says we're responsible. If we'd picked up a dozen vanilla puffs every day, Beard Papa might still be in business. He has also decided that even though mac and cheese on a stick sounds like a wonderful thing, on principle he will not be visiting the Green Organic Bowl (which doesn't even have a website) to try it.
Maybe that is the good news.