Sometimes writing a blog feels very narcisstic. I try to keep that in check by listening to music that make me question my own depreciating level of manliness. Does that make sense? I mean, it is not like I have Celine Dion and Michael Bolton playing or anything. Then I tell myself, "see, look at you, you are not even cool enough to be a hipster or listen to rap, hell you are listening to [blank]." I left that blank because incriminating evidence is just not necessary. Suffice to say the songs on my playlist are not covered in Guitar Hero III (well, except Pat Benatar because everyone loves "Hit me with your best shot"). Oh there I go again, deviating away from the subject at hand. The weather is playing tricks on me. Everyday I look at the ten day forecast and they tell me it will get warm in a few days. Those lying bastards, today is ten degrees colder than it is supposed to be. Well, when it is this cold, you drink hot chocolate. Really good hot chocolate, but one that makes you wonder, "Is New York growing on me? Because I just paid three dollars for a hot chocolate. THREE DOLLARS." Who can put a price on deliciousness though? I can.
One hot chocolate, one pretzel croissant, one chocolate chip cookie from City Bakery aaaaaand that comes out to about ten dollars. Jeebus. I heard good things about the cookie and had to give it a shot. Robin over at The Girl Who Ate Everything has said great things about the cookie too. It was a good cookie. Sometimes you pay a lot for a little cookie, but the cookie from City Bakery was bigger than normal. If you look at the cookies in the farmers market, and how most of those cost at least $2 dollars, the price seems more justified. The cookie had a nice crunch when you first bite into it, and in the center it had a good amount of chewiness. And somewhere in the background you hear Rihanna and Neyo say, "haaate that I love youuuuu soooooo" because you cost three friggin dollars. If I were one to cry about cookies, then here is where tears would be shed, but I am not like that you see. Never. (There, it is on record now).
The hot chocolate was very much like the Jacques Torres hot chocolate, in that it was thick and delicious. I think it was only degrees of thickness from being a chocolate syrup, and you know me, sell chocolate syrup in a cup and I will be there. See, I am fierce like that, despite my lack of musical tastes.
Aside from the cookie and the hot chocolate, I had to get the other famous thing at CB, and that was the pretzel croissant. It was... salty and croissanty? It was a very good snack, but if I had taken it home and warmed it up a little, it would have tasted even better. The crust with the sesame seeds had a flavorful and salty kick to it that reminded me of a pretzel, and the innards were like a croissant. It was pretty genius, whoever invented that.
They should always combine two good things into one. And I would love to name some things on here, but I promise not to cuss and use NC-17 language on this blog. What a shame. Oh would ya look at that, lunch time.
The City Bakery
3 W. 18th St.
New York, NY 10011
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