Ed: Erika Jost originally posted this article on 8 March, 2011.
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We got here at 6 AM; we're at the end of the line, but at least the line is still inside. This bakery does not have the traditional rose-hip paczki--should we try somewhere else? The two people ahead of us assure us: no. This is the place you want to be. These are the paczki you want to eat.
We wait. The line has begun to snake outside. Even in their pre-sugar frenzy, the patrons are somehow organized enough to form an orderly, paper-clip-style line. We are impressed.
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Spoils.
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