I used to go there but I stopped since some European waitress was rude with me for no reason may be it was a bad night for her)she was talking very load and made us wait, so she finally came no hello or anything just: Do you know what you like? Then an other 20 min wait. Some people came after us and got their pastries because there were two waitresses. So when I went to check with her she was in the back talking and having fun. The worst part was when she was getting our pastries. I saw her touching the pastries with her hands so that turned me off and I had to leave,
so never again
just be careful if you go to Mikes make sure you keep an eye on your food and who is going to serve it.

Okay, so here's the culprit for the 2 pounds that somehow arrived on my butt after this short weekend trip !!

Mike's Pastry is right in the middle of the Little Italy area on Hanover Street. You know it's going to be good when you see all the other pastry shops around and see that Mike's has a queue going out of the door. That’s was enough to attract my attention alone, never mind the glowing report I had heard and the enchanting blue-and-white "Mike's Pastry" boxes I saw being carted all over town.

What was this elusive Mike's, I kept thinking as I saw box after box pass me by a day earlier, and now I was here before it and about the join the line for my own little box.

It's a cafe, so there are tables to sit, eat, and watch the crowds stare at you in jealousy, but I didn't want to sit and eat my cake. I wanted a box so I could walk around with it under my arm, like I'd seem, until I found just the right spot to sit and eat it

Karl and I had an argument here. In any new restaurant and cafe, it's important to us to eat different, as that way we can try both items. However, we both wanted the same here--a homemade ricotta cannoli--it's really the ONLY thing to buy, despite the shelves being stocked with every possible pastry you could imagine.

Well, as usual, Karl won and got to order that whilst I picked a wonderful-looking Italian cream puff. The wait seemed to take forever, but really they were very efficient and it was just mere moments before I was having the girl add the ribbon to my blue-and-white box

We walked with our boxes in proud possession through Boston to the Common and sat and savored our purchases. HEAVENLY!

Of course mine was wonderful, but the cannoli was by far the more superior, and Karl wasn't too keen on sharing so fairly, so it was back to Mike's for my cannoli !!!

I have to also admit that we did do a "Mike's Pastry" run right before going home and took our special boxes (with MANY envious glances) on board the AA flight and home to Dallas with us for our last slice of heaven. If you want to find out more information or even order some of their cakes online, look HERE.

Mike's is located in the heart of the North End, were Anthony ran down the street when his mother called him for dinner in those old Prince Spaghetti commercials. The pastry is to die for. I recommend a cannolli or a lobster tail. Trust me, with a name like Savino I know my pastry.

Italian-American pastry.

No, it actually doesn't get any better than this. A huge counter that spans three walls - crammed with cookies, pastries and nougat.

How good was it? Great. After a few cookies, I gave in and bought three boxes.

What should you buy? You must buy a couple of the almond cookies in different colors. This is the quinessential Italian-American pastry shop cookie.

Real food? Buy their "Riccota Pie". (It's called "Cassta" by everyone else in America.)

It's an Italian cheesecake, make with .... riccota (like that needed to be said). It's serious food. The cookies, the nougat - they're all good. The other pastries are fine (oh - get a half-moon - those rock). But - this is truly beautiful. Nothing sublime - this is in-your-face kick-butt stuff.

Side note: Walking into the airport with my three boxes of Mike's Pastry tied with the blue and white string (who wants a tiffany box - give me Mike's any day!!), the gate agents offered me a free upgrade for the Mike's boxes :)

Cravat - The large chocolate pastries are just way too sickly sweet for me.

Mike's isn't a restaurant. It's god's gift to pastry. This pastry shop has pretty much any type of cookie, cake, or just damn good yummy thing you could ask for, and then some. The lines can get a little annoying, so be prepared to dive in headfirst and remain focused on the counter, or you might not get anywhere (or anything to eat). Take a look at the marzipan in the right-side case. Even if you don't eat the stuff, it's pretty fun to look at while you're waiting.