I love food, but I am not a foodie.  I don't harbor the desire nor do i have the inclination to wax poetic about each french fry that passes my lips..........but every once in awhile a place catches my attention and i feel compelled to say something about it.  Frequently, it is a particular menu item like bulgogi, the tomato soup at Elephants, or my most recent palate delight of chocolate braised rabbit.  But, Tia and I were in Bridgeport Village returning clothing (and doing so unsuccessfully, exchanging the one item for other items worth more), and we happened up a place called Pudding on the Rice.  They serve only a few things and I cannot speak to most of them, but the rice pudding is sublime and comes in enough flavors to make Baskin Robbins jealous.  I urge anyone who reads this with a remote predilection for the desert to seek this place out and try it.  Let me know if you try their tart yogurt or crepes as well.  I certainly hope to. 
http://www.puddingontherice.com/
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