We go to Rincon Market once, sometimes twice a week. I feel comfortable there alone with the salad bar choices on a plate and also enjoy sharing crispy bacon and a cinnamon roll with my hubby. Sometimes I meet up with colleagues and we have gone in the evening to hear a friend play his guitar. But it's always hard to ignore the pastries. You can see the empty spots on the trays where others have already indulged.
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