Wow, what can I say? Thanks that we called Whiteaker right away? As we ventured into unknown territory I wondered, “Where is the art? Where are the anti-American Whiteakerarians? Why is the only thing I can find is a Dairy Mart?
Ok, so it wasn’t that bad. There was a lot of runners out on the running path next to blooming cherry blossom trees. We found a Bare Bones Self-Serve Dog Wash: Bone Appetit Bakery, which is actually a dog wash instead of what it seems to suggest. We got drew in by the cute puppy in the window, or rather, I was drawn to it. Inside we found the “bakery” for the pups which had some items that looked humanely edible.
After taking a quick walk through of the place, we headed down towards the running trails. To seem as innocent as possible I took photos of “Ryan” tying his shoes instead of the runners. A turn of the wrist, and whallah! A photo of a runner!
We passed Mazzi’s, which looked pretty good from the outside, and headed over to the Dairy Mart because Ryan wanted a Twinkie/Slurpee. To much dismay, there were no other flavors of Slurpee other than coffee or Twinkies to be found. After snapping a photo of the Dairy Mart Cow, we decided to call it a day. It’s a pretty neighborhood to take an afternoon stroll when it’s sunny outside, but I missed the quirkiness that the Whiteaker neighborhood offered for sure.