Paradise Bakery and Cafe

I had high hopes for this place, but I split pea soup was just OK and the southwest chicken salad wasn’t very exciting.
Maybe I’ll stick with cookies and bread instead next time.

I came here during the Cherry Creek arts festival because my traveling companion and I must have missed the festival-​foods aisle and she was starving. (Personally, I dig festival food, so I was a little miffed that we were sitting inside a bakery.) That said, I thought the food was good — I had the curried turkey salad sandwich and it was absolutely overflowing. My friend had veggie soup and half a chicken/​artichoke panini and was raving. Our server was a little surly, but I’ll give her a break since festival-​ers kept tromping through the restaurant and trashing the bathroom. (Dude, seriously? Why are the ladies so hard on bathrooms? I thought men were bad!) I will be back the next time I’m in the neighborhood.

Is it just me?
This food is soooo boring!
It’s lowest common denominator stuff. There is no magic in it at all. I personally think that the person who designed their recipes may have had disabled taste buds.
The flavors are muted and the textures are bland.
There’s no love here. Move on.

Though I’ve never been inside the store, I have a friend who– without fail– will bring an assortment of Paradise Bakery’s cookies to every get-​together or poker night. They’re so delicious and addictive it makes me wonder they’re made of sugar, spice, and crack!
It takes a damn good cookie to make me not care that I’ve just lost a quick $ 20 to the Texas Hold ‘Em Gods. Somehow, the cookies from Paradise Bakery are able to do just that.

Just plain horrendous and akward. I ordered the Turkey Cranberry. The photo on the wall had Turkey falling out of the bread and Cranberry sauce overflowing… it was hot. After $ 10 no joke, I had 2 thin slices of turkey on some «Paradise» bread. Some «Paradise». I would have rather been stranded on a deflated boat in the middle of the Pacifc during El Nino.
My lovely friend ordered the Roast Beef which was ok but cost him an arm and both of his legs. Not his 3^rd though, he got to keep that one.
Then there was the lady that we saw at the Men’s Wharehouse minutes earlier… she ordered the Vegetarian which featured Portabella replacing some form of meat (I like to call my meat, mansteak by the way.) The second she got her meal she was at the counter asking where her Portabella was. They told her they ran out and they hoped she wouldn’t mind. Whaty? Why couldn’t they have told her when she was ordering?
Lame and overpriced.
1 star for the cute cookie boy at the couter. He was nice and thought my friend was too. He didn’t think that was very lovely.