The first time I went, the owner came out and apologized for not having any. A tour group had came in and bought out the entire morning supply. I took that as a sign that this was the place for rugalach. I got a baker’s dozen the next time I came and shared it amongst my friends. I feel like it’s the highest form of Jewish flattery that they said it was better than the ones their bubbi grandma makes. It was light and rich and just delicious. Will def go for more when I want a sugary pick me up!