I will get to the details of what else I did in NYC soon, but for now I will give you the deats on the sweets.
#1: Little Red Hen Bakery
Cupcakes: I got three minis that I think were: banana choco chip w/ chocolate/peanut butter cream cheese frosting, dark chocolate w/ chocolate frosting, and milk chocolate with a creamier frosting.
Verdict: I'm picky when it comes to frosting and it wasn't my favorite, but it wasn't the worst, either. The banana cake was my favorite.
cute store front
Cookie: Dark Chocolate Chocolate Chip
Verdict: HOLYCRAPTHEBESTCOOKIEIHAVEEVEREATEN
No picture because it was gone so fast. But I'm not kidding. It was THE BEST.
#3: Magnolia Bakery
Cupcake: Chocolate with their whipped frosting
Sarah got: Hummingbird Cupcake
Verdict: Not a fan of the frosting. Way too sugary for me. The cake was moist. The bakery was cute!
c/o Sarah...Aubie eyeing her Magnolia's
#4: Serendipity 3
I tried their frozen hot chocolate for the first time!
Verdict: It lives up to the hype! SO good! However, I don't understand the idea of "frozen hot chocolate." Why not say gourmet milkshake?
c/o Sarah Motley
Sarah got: Cinnamon and I can't remember what else, but Cinnamon is all you should worry about.
Verdict: These won favorite in NYC! They were moist and so cute and mini. Chocolate and Sarah's Cinnamon were my favs.
c/o Sarah
#6: Billy's Bakery
Cupcake: Banana Nutella
Verdict: Needed more Nutella, but yummy, nonetheless! Plus, I picked it up sopping wet at The Plaza, which is just about the most perfect situation in a place like NYC to get a cupcake, if you ask me.
Winner of all for all of the earth and the universe: Dark Chocolate Chocolate Chip cookies from Levain. They should be tested because I'm fairly sure that they put crack cocaine in my cookie. I don't remember the 3 or so hours post-consumption because I was in a chocolate/crack-induced stupor. Actually, it was longer than that because I couldn't eat it in one go. So it was a constant cycle of addiction-promoting ingestion and a involuntary sugar coma period until it was gone. Then I wanted more once the last cycle ended. Like a creepy sugary stalker looking for its muse, I couldn't stop talking about it. Chocolate nirvana smacked me in the face in the middle of NYC like a yellow cab. It was flippin' dang good.