I finished off the last of an apple pie my wife bought for me. There's a place on a highway here called The Big Apple. The building is this huge apple on the side of the road. Their pies are to die for. As soon as I walk in the place, the cinnamon smell hits me. I, of course, proceed to walk out with a number of pies, and a growler of cider.
https://thebigapple.ca/