Considering I just worked out at the gym a block away, and then walked into this place to buy some delicious pastries I can pretty much say that workout was a waste. But these treats were so damn good! Waistline be damned!
The pastry dominatrix had me in her clutches. The gluttonous Adonis in me approves!
Dominique Ansel Kitchen in NYC has become famous for its mouth watering pastries, and with worthy acclaim. As for the actual facility it’s kind of small, with one community table to sit at, and a funky stair case pyramid with stadium-like seating that rise to the ceiling. Kind of a cool spot to drop in on and enjoy a tasty pastry, cup of cappuccino, or some nice hot soup and a croissant on a cold wintry NYC day. Continue reading Dominique Ansel is my NYC pastry dominatrix!→
I just don’t get the boner over pumpkin spice friggin’ everything that occurs in this country as soon as Labor Day hits. It’s like the official first day of Fall happens when coffee shops start promoting this vile tasting oversweet concoction. White girls in yoga pants come out of the woodwork like an army of pumpkin zombies and run to get a cup. Now, I’m not saying I hate pumpkin as in fact I love me a good slice or two of pumpkin pie during the holiday season. Throw on a scoop of good old fashioned vanilla ice cream and I’m in dessert bliss. It’s just that the sheeple in this country go way overboard with this nasty trend. Most things that are pumpkinated are really not that good, and taste either really bland or super sugery. Not withstanding the fact that many of these pumpkined food and drinks are filled with chemicals to attain the fake flavor we put in our bodies which can’t be all that healthy. Yuck. Sorry, but I’ll pass. Not a pumpkin spice fan. Sorry, not sorry. Continue reading Fall Season, Pumpkin Spice, and Sheeple in a NYC world!→
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!