The Exquisite Honey Toast

                          It was a Friday night waiting in line at a desert cafe called After you. The smell of honey, sugar and icing filled the air. I was waiting impatiently as the line grew shorter, my excitement got stronger. I looked around, watching the big buttery sugared bread and as the person releasing honey onto it. The sound of munching and satisfaction, finally it was my turn. I was drooling at the table thinking, looking and smelling what was about to come. I took the first bite and felt the crispy buttery honeyry bread along with a spoon of ice cream. It was heaven. I finished the gigantic piece of toast and didn't feel like eating it anymore tonight but I never regretted to have devoured that exquisite toast.