Total Flake

This isn’t breakfast—it’s foreplay with powdered sugar on top. A croissant so buttery it slips right through your fingers, spread open and rammed full of chocolate chip cookie that’s just begging to be licked clean. One bite and you’ll be making noises that’ll get you kicked out of church.

It’s filthy, and it’ll leave you looking like you just did something you definitely shouldn’t admit to. It leaves the bed covered in crumbs, and still has you crawling back the next morning for another round.