Not to exaggerate but...it is life changing. I don't leave the park with a half baguette anymore. Luckily, I always stay at Pop so I swing by France on my way to the Skyliner and pick it up before I head out. And it's good for whatever might ail you - when I was so sick for Scotty's wedding? First thing I was able to eat was the baguette. When I got a little tipsy at Thanksgiving (twice) because my tolerance has gotten to negative numbers - baguette to the rescue!!! Now, the very nice looking French men will look at you weird when you only order the bread but whatever dude. I'm a fluffy girl and I want my yummy French carbs.