Two words, HONEYBALLS. I stumbled across this place, almost hidden away from reality tucked beside a law firm and a bottle depot deep in the shadows of the NE in a community known as Montery Park. I ended up here by mistake actually, my navigation of the new Stoney Trail ring road landed me here, in this plaza where I will forever blame for my ass getting bigger and tummy getting doughier. You may have heard of Byblos Bakery as a place which specializes in these decadently crispy deserts known elusively as baklava, but my friends, we have one serious contender here known as The Baklava Factory. This place makes every Lebanese style desert known to man, and they do make them well indeed. Their baklava alone is my reason to make a 45 minute trip to this neck of the woods. They also have delightfully stuffed pistachio, walnut, and date cookies, nougat candies, semolina squares, honey fingers and the most sinfully good and simple little desert known only as «honey-balls» WOW so wrong on so many levels. They are essentially deep fried dough balls, not as dense as a doughnut but chewy on the inside and oozing with honey once you take a bite out of the crunchy shell. Everything here is made fresh and in-store by one little family, who are super friendly and actually remember you if you are a regular client. ASSorted baklava trays cost $ 15 for a small one, with over 20 pieces in it and $ 30 for a large one, I don’t know how many pieces are in the large one as I will not allow myself to purchase it as I fear I will begin to resemble Homer Simpson. MMMMMMHONEYBALLS. Make sure you get them while they are fresh or you will regret it. If they ain’t crunchy then they ain’t worth the calories.