Secret Bakery

Last night I went out with Monique and Jackie to Salamunca, a Mexican place about 3 minutes from our apartment building, with the intention of having a glass of wine and retiring to bed before midnight. When we got to the restaurant, we met a group of guys who were traveling Europe separately but all had rooms in the same hostel. They were fun and we decided to stay out with them to await the opening of the "secret bakery" down the street. I had no idea what secret bakeries were until about two days ago, but they probably fall in that category of things American students do that the locals make fun of them for. Around 2 or 3 am, when the bakeries are making food to sell the next day, if you go around to the back door and knock, a man appears and sells you slices of pizza and various pastries for only 1 or 2 euro. This is illegal (hence must be kept "secret" even though there were about 30 people there) because the food is supposed to be sold wholesale to whichever pastry shop it is being baked for and because the guy at the door probably just pockets the money. Anyway, the pizza was amazingly fresh, cheap - and all you have to do to get it is hang around in an unsafe Florentine alley at 3 am.