My brain operates similar to a small child. Dangle the prospect of a large cookie in front of me and I will spring into action. I once was persuaded to walk about 4 miles to brunch because a VPC cookie was promised. Volunteer Park Cafe makes me happy in general. It’s a nice place. They have pails of cookies– silver pails filled to the brim with cookies that line the counter and beckon as you make your way towards the register. Hello chocolate cherry oatmeal, hello chocolate toffee chunk. Yes, I would like you. So sad for those other baked goods in the counter below you that I always ignore. Sad scones and miffed muffins. Cookies get the best light and take center stage at VPC.