I had about an hour.  Maybe more.  Dawn had already broken but it was grey and overcast.  My scrubs were getting wet from the drizzle and I looked on my phone to see how far I was.  I had decided to get some breakfast at Broadway Market that morning.  I had worked a 12 hour night shift that ended at 7:30 am, and my wife was bringing William down to Kennedy Krieger for his appointment that morning at 9:00 am.  If I went home now, I’d get there around 8:30 and have to head straight back so I had an hour to kill.

I had heard about Blue Moon Cafe for years.  It is a staple of Fells Point, and legendary in Baltimore for their Cap’n Crunch French Toast.  It had even been featured on the Food Network.  I had just wolfed down a breakfast sandwich, but what had caught my eye on Yelp was the mention of their huge Cinnamon Rolls.  When we lived in California, my wife and I were huge (and frequent) fans of Cinnabon.  We were huge fans.  And we were huge because of it.  Maybe it was because we traveled so much, and found them constantly in airports.  Maybe it was because they were in every mall, their sweet bread baking and cinnamon scent wafting through the air.  For whatever the reason, I’m a fool for some cinnamon rolls and the thought of huge homemade cinnamon rolls was hard to resist.