Dear Crack,
I am writing to let you know that I have made the acquaintance of your confectionery cousin and I am in need of some sort of rehabilitation. Our meeting came at the Confeitaria de Belém on a recent trip to Lisbon where I was accompanied by my friend, Michelle (who may also need help weening). From that first intoxicating bite of creamy goodness, I knew that many more sugary hits would be in order. And, when I found myself inexplicably returning to purchase more after devouring those first two pastéis de nata, I knew I had met my match. But, perhaps the crème de la crème of wake-up calls came the following morning, when I found myself powerless to resist eating not only my lone, saved pastél, but Michelle´s as well.

Forever your sugar slave,

Travis