Very Bad Blogging

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In my struggle effort to reach the coveted title of “semi-functioning adult,” I realized I’ve fallen into this hole of forgetting to carve out time for food adventures. Neglecting the blog and all of the wonderful things there are to eat in this world is the last thing I want to be doing, so I offer you some notes on three Manhattan spots that have taken the internet by storm. Let’s raise our desserts to making time to do what you love.


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My old roommate and I actually stumbled upon Milk & Cream by accident, on a gray Saturday afternoon in May. It plays upon the success of Momofuku’s infamous and ever Instagram-worthy cereal milk ice cream, but on a major sugar high. If you go traditional, you’ll be allowed one cereal choice to blend into your ice cream and one topping, all in a cup or in a The Konery cone (As a heads up, the Birthday Cake Konery cone is pretty but is not a good choice.) If you’re fancier, go for a Signature Blend. No worries about the size of the line, the staff is totally on it!

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Personal fav: Vanilla ice cream with Cinnamon Toast Crunch blended in, topped with chocolate chips *drools*.


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DO now has adorable storefront Greenwich Village, after churning out edible, egg-less cookie dough from a kitchen in Kips Bay for quite a few years.

It’s sugary, creative, and actually feels kind of naughty… like you should be eating all of whatever you order before whomever used to bake cookies with you comes back to scold you for sticking your fingers in the raw dough and give you a lecture on the dangers of eating uncooked eggs. However, just like back in the day, one scoop is probably all you need, even without the raw eggs; it’s very dense. Prepare yourself for a minor food comatose shortly following.


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When my friend Kendra comes to town, all we do is eat. So when she told me she wanted to find Eggloo, I knew it was going to be good.

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And it was. It’s not fancy, just fun. You have your choice of bubble waffle and your choice of ice cream. Oh, and your topping limit is uncapped. Smother your whole life in mini M & M’s and chocolate Pocky while you can.

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Mad for Molly’s

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I believe we’re at a point in our relationship in which I can introduce you to my first true love; its time we had a serious talk about Molly’s Cupcakes.

Molly’s came into my life when I moved to New York as a freshmen at university. My cousin Jamie took me there in her quest to properly introduce me to the city (She succeeded. Some of my most favorite places in Manhattan are ones we’ve visited together!). Now, I take literally everyone to Molly’s. Friends, family, visitors from out of state or other countries… I even send random people there if they look lost on the street.

Why so great, you ask? It’s a West Village cupcake shop, just on the outskirts of Soho, right before you hit all the NYU madness. There’s only one in the whole entirety of New York (and a handful in the midwest United States, but I digress).

Most of their cupcakes are filled, meaning that if you stab right through the top of one with a fork, something delicious will ooze out all over the place. What they’re filled with all depends on what you get. There are endless options stuffed with cream, Nutella, peanut butter, chocolate, fruit preserve, icing, and even cake batter or “raw” cookie dough.

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It’s literally dripping cake batter. 

There are a few seats along the counter that are actually playground swings, and the rest of the room is reminiscent of elementary school. It’s complete with board games and card games for you to play with, like the ones you weren’t allowed to play with unless it was recess. They’re all yours to enjoy here!

I’d highly recommend that those games are best paired with a Birthday Cake or Boston Cream cupcake, and maybe a cappuccino in a mug the size of your face… but you’ll just have to meet Molly’s and see how easy it is to unconditionally adore it.


Molly’s Cupcakes

228 Bleecker St.

New York, NY 10014

http://www.mollyscupcakes.com/

The Remedy

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Lately I’ve been finding myself to be a little lost. Not the good kind of lost, more of an “I can’t figure out which way is up” kind of lost, and therefore in need of some love– which arrived just in time in the form of Sunday brunch.

The fix: A classic, wholesome, adorable corner eatery called Perla Café. At night their menu leans Italian, but their brunch is simply a small, quality menu with just a touch of fun. There’s a charming and inviting staff armed with an arsenal of recommendations. The first thing our waitress asked was if we had any allergies. Thankfully, we didn’t have anything too alarming to challenge the kitchen with, but it was obvious they were prepared to make changes and be accommodating.

It’s not a boozy brunch. Well, I guess technically you could make it boozy like you can do with most things in New York City, but why taint it? It balances perfectly somewhere in between healthy haven and artisanal masterpieces just as it is. Their coffee is to die for (Macchiato and Almond Milk Iced Latte pictured below). The iced latte was the perfect wake-up on a slightly-oppressively hot morning, and paired perfectly with my dish of choice: Parmesan biscuits, poached eggs, Italian sausage and a broccoli rabe pesto (Adjustable for my vegetarian friends, by the way!). The broccoli rabe is not at all broccoli-ish, the poached eggs don’t explode all over your whole life, and the biscuits and sausage are a great touch. You would think the four different ingredients would compete with one another for the top spot, but rather they do a well-choreographed little dance with every scoop, making my heart and my stomach very, very happy.

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Bring a friend to share the love with, or don’t and just feel the love yourself; it’s the best place for it. Whether you’ve got loads of catching up to do, or you’ve been finding yourself kind of down and hug isn’t so attainable (I understand, we New Yorkers tend not to be so friendly…), I can promise you one thing: Perla Café will do the trick.


Perla Cafe

234 West 4th Street

New York, NY 10014

http://www.perlanyc.com/

Vegan Burgers

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I know what you’re thinking.

Before you get your panties in a bunch over the potential that someone in New York City ruined burgers by making them out of vegetables and other strange healthy things, just hear me out.

Other bloggers rave about by CHLOE., a cafe in the West Village. The storefront is precious, and everything on the menu is vegan. In addition, nothing contains cholesterol, added preservatives and/or artificial flavors, and some menu items are gluten-free. My cousin, who is vegetarian, came to NYC for a visit, giving us both the best excuse to try it.

Like any typical burger joint, you order at the counter and then grab a seat to wait for your food to be ready. Seats are a hot commodity at by CHLOE., and the line is almost always out the door. I wanted to put their Classic Burger to the test, while my cousin went with the Internet’s favorite, the Guac Burger. We also tested the air-baked fries.

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The Classic Burger is a tempeh, lentil, chia and walnut conglomeration. It comes on a potato bun with pickles, onion, spinach and a ketchup made from beets. Though thinner than your typical burger, if you didn’t warn me that it wasn’t made out of meat, I probably wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference. The only big difference was a strong flavor from the pickles, which was still great. The air-baked fries are not as crisp as your regular French fries, but they may actually taste better. Though they are a bit soft, we still found ourselves wondering how we finished all of our fries so fast…

No worries, old-fashioned burgers and fries have not been destroyed. In fact, the vegan versions very much do their counterparts justice. I’m intrigued, obsessed, and I need to go back for more. So basically, if you’re looking to switch it up and get a little adventurous, come with, because by CHLOE. is the place.


by CHLOE.

185 Bleecker St.

New York, NY 10012

http://bychefchloe.com/

Tapas Make Everything Better

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Sometimes, Yelp is on point.

A rather unassuming- looking West Village haunt I found online, Café Espanol is by far one of the best places for tapas in NYC. It’s not flashy, and nothing on the menu has a “twist”; it’s just really quality, homemade Spanish cuisine. The place is nestled between possibly 785 other bars and restaurants, and the entrance is itty-bitty, but it opens up to a wonderfully-sized place with a couple different rooms to diffuse the chatter.

Order half a pitcher of sangria, because that’s all you’ll need. You can go traditional Spanish and order tapas, which is my favorite, or do a full meal. Mondays are Lobster night, but on my most recent visit, my friend and I still did tapas. My personal favorite is the gambas al ajillo, (just make sure you’re well-acquainted with your friend across from you, because the garlic sauce is no joke). There’s also a combination plate of jamon serrano, chorizo and manchego that’s not to be missed, and an enormous plate of patatas bravas that’ll definitely clear your sinuses (and also make a great base for all the leftover garlic sauce from the gambas al ajillo, just saying…) Three tapas for two people to split to too few, and five is too many, so I’d shoot for four (Or you could just go ham, no pun intended, and order basically everything, whatever works!). Plus, Café Espanol leaves the bread out on the table for you when you arrive, with the undoubtedly the best homemade Spanish olive oil in existence for you to drown it in.

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Your relentless search for quality tapas has now ended. Seriously, it’s addictive (Thank me later).


Cafe Espanol

172 Bleecker St

New York, NY 10012

http://cafeespanol.com/

They Said It Couldn’t Be Done

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A few of my favorite things: Italian food, not having to wait for a table, and checking places off the endless Excel spreadsheet of restaurants I keep on my laptop.

The New York Times (which I not-so-secretly am in love with) suggested Rosemary’s, but wished its readers luck getting in to the very-popular West Village spot. I stopped by on a Wednesday night with a friend to catch up, and didn’t have to wait for even a second (Score!).

It’s known for its focaccia bread, which is confusingly placed in the center of the menu, with all sorts of other wonderful stuff scattered around it. The appetizers seem pricey until you order them, and they actually turn out to be substantial portions (Except for the cheese; that stuff is expensive. Still worth it though…)

See below: the restaurant’s famous focaccia bread generously dusted with (of course) rosemary, their aged Parmesan, a cup of shrimp with lemon and jalapeno, and the cup of calamari. And that was just for appetizer.

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We both chose pasta for a main dish because we made our appetizer a meal in and of itself. My friend went with traditional linguine, while I selected the orecchiette with broccoli rabe, sausage, and chili peppers. Pretty standard, but hey, it was delicious, actual pasta that I didn’t microwave-boil in my dorm room, and it had other ingredients in it I probably would’ve majorly destroyed had I tried to cook them myself, so no arguments here.

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The best part? Our check, after everything we consumed, was $35 for each of us. Steep only if you’re a poor college student, but a major win in terms of how much dinner usually costs per person in New York City. A rarity in Manhattan, Rosemary’s is quality and isn’t going to bankrupt you.

Too good to be true? Nope, I promise it’s not.


Rosemary’s NYC

18 Greenwich Ave
New York, NY 10011
@ the corner of West 10th Street

http://rosemarysnyc.com/

The “Last” Weekend

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This was my last official weekend in New York City! Finals are happening, my friends are starting to head home, and the longest/shortest semester in the history of ever is coming to close (That’s confusing. Basically, this semester went way too fast and is never-ending all at the same time, and I genuinely don’t know how I feel about it, but anyway….).

In celebration, two of my closest friends and I decided to have a little Saturday afternoon out. It started at The Strand in Union Square, which is a book heaven for, well, basically everyone, whether you like books or not. We picked up everything in the store and then decided to only buy three items or so between the three of us. I am now the proud owner of a book signed by the one and only Tim Gunn, if you were wondering… (#fangirling).

We then moved on to lunch at Hotel Tortuga in the East Village. I’m not a huge Mexican food fan, unfortunately, but I have to admit the place was pretty good. Their lunch special is only eight bucks, and you can pick from a menu of substantial options. My friends were a little more adventurous, and I went safe just ordered tacos (but their Grilled Steak is OUTSTANDING.).

We killed some time people-watching in Washington Square Park and enjoying the incredible weather, before making a stop at Amorino University Place. Amorino Gelato, an Italian chain, is famous for making the gelato flowers, and I tried it for the first time in the Galleria Lafayette in Paris. In celebration of (almost) surviving our semester, we each got one. They were worth every penny (See mine below- Cookie Butter, Milk Chocolate and Caramel flavors. The caramel is my favorite. The chocolate is good, but is a little overpowering.)

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From there we disbanded to attempt to be productive (Actually, they went to their room to be productive. I kind of gave myself the day off, if that’s even a thing you can do during finals week…?). I used the very last day on my unlimited metrocard to the fullest extent, and headed to Chelsea Market, which is one of my favorite places in all of New York City. Aside from the food (Think Philadelphia’s Reading Terminal Market, but a little smaller!), there is also a stellar flea market permanently in the back. It’s a little hard to find, but they have some crazy cool stuff. I had lost one of my rings from my favorite stand, Cynthia Rybakoff, so I treated myself to a replacement.

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Before heading home to actually be productive, I took a detour through the West Village. I don’t spend much time in the West Village area, so it was nice to see it alive on such a beautiful day. It also was the perfect opportunity for me to stop at 66 Perry St. It may seem unassuming at first, but this is actually Carrie Bradshaw’s front stoop from Sex and the City. It’s crazy cool to see it in person, and the best possible end to my day to preemptively celebrate the beginning of summer.

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Thank you for a wonderful semester, New York City. See you in the fall, hope you’re ready!