You just can’t pass through Thunder Bay without trying a Persian before you leave. Not just any old Persian. A Persian Man Persian. How many times can I say the word Persian in this review? Let’s find out shall we. The real game changer is when you cut the Persian in half and grill those bad boys in a pan with butter. That right there will have you rethinking your life and everything you’ve ever know. I have to be careful when promoting this heavenly pastry, because people who reside in Thunder Bay will hype Persians up to such unattainable heights. You end up having a first timer taking their first bite as you awkwardly stare back at them, waiting, watching, analyzing their facial expressions as they chew. All in the hopes of seeing some life altering reaction that generally ends with the first timer saying. “Yeah, that’s pretty good. I was almost expecting it to improve my marriage by the way you described it to me.” I think we should under sell it to the first timers and have the Persian speak for itself. And to those who haven’t been to Thunder Bay, and may be a bit confused with this review. The Persian Man sells a pastry called a Persian. They are not selling the people that reside in Iran and Pakistan. I promise. Stop on in and get a coffee with some lunch and don't you dare forget the Persian. If you made it through reading this review in it’s entirety, and you’re keeping score. That was 12 Persians in this review. Why not go buy a dozen?