Most weekend plans revolve around eating something somebody else made. This one starts with you making something yourself.
On West Magnolia Avenue, in a building that used to sell gasoline, you can spend half an hour working molten glass with a pro at your elbow, then be sitting down to a good meal a few blocks away before the adrenaline wears off. Bring a friend, or three. It’s the rare group outing where everybody leaves with a story and a souvenir they made with their own hands.
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