85 Degrees, the uber popular Asian pastry chain, has finally invaded San Gabriel Valley.
Here is what to do when you arrive there -- grab a tray and a pair of tongs and fluffy pastries here I come.
This is what happens when you get a back-seat driver with a chronic case of eyes bigger than stomach disease: I want this, and this, and this, yeah make sure you get that one too, get one more one more!
After you get all the pastry your heart desires, go to the counter to wrap your pastry and to pay... [Update: my friend Bella first noticed this, but look at the hand of the guy in front of me, does it look like his hand is in another dude's pocket? Did I catch a criminal mid act?]