Forget Paris, if you’re in Boulder, Colorado this summer, you’ve got to hunt around and try some of my man’s pretzels. Or pretzel breads. He sells them all around town–and yeah, he’s been a Banterite for years now. Follow him on Twitter. You can even get at me if you know you’ll be in that neck of the woods and I’ll find out who sells his goods.

In the meantime, feast your eyes on this.

Can I get an Amen?