This morning at 8:52 I was already comfortably seated at a table in Paul’s, sipping a delicious cappuccino and eating a rhubarb tart. For the second Sunday in a row, I didn’t get my Kramick; they only had the family size and not the one that is fit for consumption by an individual. For the uninitiated, a Kramick is a Belgian (see, it’s not just about beer any more...) bakery specialty, a special bread sweetened with raisins. It’s absolutely delicious. I am very interested in the etymology of the word (which I have also seen spelled “Cramique”). Perhaps Pierre can take some time off carting dirt-filled wheelbarrows around and attempt a little local Belgian research? Oh, and as for last week’s street name mystery: here is the solution.