The Fat Man Strikes Again!
As we were walking around the lower east side I was suddenly tackled and attacked by my arch enemy! As I struggled mightily against my larger foe and punches were exchanged he placed a cloth over my nose and I drifted into sleepy blackness. Hey, does this rag smell like chloroform or cannolis? When I awoken we found ourselves in Little Italy and standing in front of another 100 year old institution of NYC gluttony – Ferrara’s.
Now, I have made it a point to go out of my way to check out the super kitschy and old school spots that are still surviving in and around NYC before they all totally disappear. Gentrification is a bitch, and even though we can’t halt the wheels of progress, it’s still nice to see some of these businesses thriving in the face of impending change. I’m a sucker for a tasty pastry, and the gluttonous villian that led me here knew that as we walked up to the front door. Upon entering we were greeted by a large glass counter display housing all of Ferrara’s fabulous looking desserts. “Yes, I’ll take one of each!” I thought as my nose pressed up against the glass leaving a trail of drool cascading down!