There are a lot of things to do in NYC: Great art, music, museums, libraries. You might think I would go see musicals or travelling exhibits or read rare books for leisure. But I spend a lot of my free time in New York seeking out and eating treats.
The opportunity for treats here is practically inexhaustible, there are constantly new treats being dreamed up and served up. It is, for me, one of the wonders of our marvelous city. I shall never eat all the forms that butter, chocolate, and sugar take in this town--but I will do my damndest. Jamie Anne and Olivia are my cohorts in my search for the best treats the Big Apple has to offer, and we take this job seriously. Just because you offer treats doesn't make you worthy of our regular patronage or esteem (I'm looking at you, Buttercup Bakery, ye of little charm and dry cupcakes). But once you've won us over, our loyalty is profound (Three Red Hens, Levain Bakery, Mariebelle Chocolates). Heaven bless Levain, their chocolate-chocolate cookie, and whatever drug is in R&D right now that will remove the plaque from my arteries.
Last year's number one (treat) hit of the summer was Emack & Bolio ice cream. Thankfully, this year we have discovered Pinkberry and we are now gorging ourselves on frozen yogurt, fruit, and the occasional sprinkling of Cap'n Crunch or Fruity Pebbles. This Korean frozen goodness is somehow non-fat and all-natural, which makes it an easy choice over the mystery frozen chemicals over at Tasti-D-Lite. It's sweet and sour, which is a perfect combo in my book. Also creamy. Yum. I'm pretty much addicted.
Jamie found Pinkberry for us (she's always on top of celebrity gossip and trends) and apparently it's been a big deal among celebs and in L.A. and California, like, forever. Well, as a westerner, I always get a kick out of trends that move west coast-to east coast instead of the other way around. When Jamba Juice came to NYC a couple summers ago and Manhattanites were lining up for it, I was like, don't you guys know this stuff was played out like five years ago? You could hardly pay most Californians to wait in line for a Femme Boost. Well, now I'm one of those New Yorkers waiting in line for old-news California treats. I guess that makes me something of a real East Coaster. And, as always, a die-hard treat fan.
