Started somewhere around ten thirty. Each minute ticking by, nearing its eleven o’clock close. Pilgrim Kitchen has been one of the best little bakeries known to our family since—well, forever. When special occasions arise, so does a pink pastry box full of two dozen generously glazed fresh and puffy donuts… or if its a really special occasion—danish pastry, mmm.
Sophie and I got there just as the late night rush had reached its peak. A group of girls talked fervently by the open window as three officers chatted casually about work with a Belmont local at the counter—acting as if this was their
special hangout. But I guess its true, cops like their coffee and donuts. Two families arrived around the same time we did, most of the seats were taken except for the patio outside. It was a nice atmosphere, cozy and laid back. Ivan Pavlov once did an experiment with dogs, a form of classical conditioning; and unknowingly, this same technique was put to use last night and was proven true. With everything on display, teasing us through a glass barrier, combined with the smell of fresh pastries wafting into our nasal cavities—our stomachs began to growl like savages. Sophie and I made a mental tally count of all the cookies and pastries we wanted, which consisted of just about everything on display. Unfortunately it went over our four dollar budget.
Now, we don’t want to rock the boat or anything, but we both thought that this place offered better service and better pastries than Heidi’s Pie
, including pie. Any pie at Pilgrim
is $3.50 a piece and coffee runs at $1.40, nothing on their menu exceeds five dollars unless you order a whole pie/cake, etc., but something tells me Pilgrim
is the winner all around when it comes to baked goods. No, its not open 24/7, but its clean, everything looks fresh, and they definitely have a loyal following. Compared to Pilgrim Kitchen
, Heidi’s Pie
resembles your mediocre truck-stop diner; dimly lit, full of obnoxious screaming children, the smell of stale cigarettes lingering in the air, and elderly people scrutinizing young adults for their arrogance.
We finally settled for two cookies each, which rang us at $2.17 total [50 cents for a generously-sized cookie is a steal]. The two of us went a little festive for Halloween too. Sophie ordered a pumpkin and raspberry cookie and I went for the witch and Mexican wedding cake. We munched and chatted amongst ourselves, seeing the contrast in patrons at Pilgrim
compared to all the other places we’ve been. This is where the ‘good kids’ come hang out with their friends as they talk shit about school and their parents, where families stop by for a late night treat with their kids, or a spot where cops break for coffee whilst they intimidate the younger customers—sending bone chilling glares in
direction as they slurp their piping hot coffee down without the slightest trace of a grimace. Even though its located off the El Camino, don’t be fooled by its location or appearance because everything they make is delicious and reasonably priced. And if late night isn’t your forte, they’re open bright and early at 5AM for all you early birds out there.