racing_through_the_narrow_streets farmfish and so we heard enrico's was making chocolate radicals, so we took off through the slush of smallman street and penn avenue, splashing puddles of melted snow. last one had to buy. if the lady at spinelli's wouldn't have opened her door in the brick alley, (matching forehead bump for a puffy lip) i would've been first. (came for a minute, fool for an hour) but there they were, yet piping hot! good? hell yeah. best of all, free. 020120 what's it to you? who go blather from