On February 1st, City Bakery launches a month-long celebration of hot chocolate in all of its glorious variations. Though the popular Flatiron shop is praised year-round for its criminally rich melted chocolate topped off with a homemade marshmallow, the 16th Annual festival offers a rotating roster of additional flavors, from Caramel or Banana Peel to the Chili Pepper or Beer varieties. Maury Rubin, owner of the City Bakery and Birdbath, admits he's partial to the bourbon hot chocolate, even issuing this rather curious and passionate statement: “The bourbon [hot chocolate] tastes like what a vintage Jaguar looks like going very...
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Is the peanut butter cookie better than chocolate chip? The City Bakery is a powerful force in New York. On myriad “Best Of” lists, it’s referenced and revered for its absurdly thick hot cocoa, juggernaut cookies, and even its luxe salad bar. You could spend an entire day sampling the goods, riding the waves of sugar high after sugar high. Which means it’s tough to put just one sweet on the throne. But, when forced to do such a ridiculous thing, I could easily point to the peanut butter cookie. First off, they’re small. Well, not really, but by City Bakery’s King-Kong standards, they are. These, like a scoop of sorbet, are modest enough...
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The best thing about winter? Duh. Hot chocolate. Baby, it’s cold outside. But thankfully, it's bustling and warm at The City Bakery. This Flatiron uber-bakery and café is filled with the beckoning scents of fresh baked goods. Unfortunately, it's also filled with New Yorkers looking for a fix of something good — "good," in this case meaning either good for you, or just yum-good. The Bakery boasts an enormous salad bar tucked in the rear, and it's nothing to turn your nose up at. Parsnip chips, buckwheat noodles, scrambled tofu, and macaroni and cheese are made with greenmarket ingredients, vibrantly colored and decadently dressed. But
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Polish, Japanese, cupcakes and more: diet of a champion
Things that spring to mind when I think of Valentine's Day: a) It marks yet another year of my unloved existence. b) Oo, chocolate! c) I totally want Polish food. red...everywhere While the first two points are 0% false, I'm...
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Buttery, flaky outside, moist inside... so many words to describe a croissant. Then, there are all the different varieties: plain, fruit, chocolate, plain with butter or jam or as a base for a breakfast sandwich... you get the idea. None...
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For the past two days in New York City, it felt like the Arctic. Not like it's unusual of New York to be this cold but I just don't like to walk or get out of bed in this type of weather. Unfortunately, life doesn't work that way for me since I have classes. Pooh. At least classes start late for me today so I indulge myself into a bit of sinful, comfort foods. I should note that I'm not supposed to eat these items just because I have to go "on a diet." I put those words in quotes just because it's only dieting for vanity, not really health reasons. (Even though sometimes I wonder I should watch what I eat since my blood sugar levels are...
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We swung by City Bakery today for the Banana Peel hot chocolate. I had never had their hot chocolate, although I tried the frozen hot chocolate a couple summers ago.
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Kashkaval, Kyotofu, chocolate croissants and a sammich
I recognize the funky odor that comes from the belly of the Bowery Ballroom as "concert stench", but for some reason it never occured to me that "concert stench" was borne from many open, wafting cups of beer. My short attention span plowed through while the first opener was performing; my thoughts were concentrated not on the musical prowess of what was going on in front of me but that the smell of fermented barley water reminded me of a bakery, which in turn reminded me of bread, which in turn reminded me that I wanted to eat bread. Right there. At that moment.
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My main reason for eating out so often is because...I like da foods. The process of shoving tasty things into my mouth and maneuvering my jaw in such a manner so that my teeth may best crush up the bits of tasty things and send them along the lengthy, squishy, mucus-lined journey through the series of digestive tubes so that I may reap the alimentary benefits or gain another subcutaneous layer of fat fills whatever part of my brain that feels joy with...joy.
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When I tromp my soggy, squishing feet through puddles along Fifth Avenue, looking for some respite, anything will suffice, as long as it’s dry. But rainy afternoons are reflective, making us susceptible to that feeling of being welcomed in from the cold that certain times and smells and sounds instill when they come together in sensual alchemy. It’s universal; always longed-for and seldom found in this busy and anonymous town. So, in those times, I often follow my nose, tracking the smell of freshly baked oatmeal cookies to a doorstep and a moment’s respite.
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I checked out City Bakery (the second location, the first one in New York), located in the Brentwood Country Mart on San Vicente and 26th Street. They have a self service prepared food bar, weighing in at $12 a pound. In the other corner is the pastry counter, with obscenely gigantic pastries. 5-6" scones and cookies, they make Rockenwagner look petite.
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People have asked me how often I eat out with other people (more than I should), or how often I cook (less than I should). This week has been low on eating out...and that's probably a good thing, for the sake of decreasing the layers of fat that have been developing under my skin lately. When I say "eating out", I mean eating out just for the sake of eating and preparing myself by making sure my stomach is semi-empty beforehand, not when I go out during my lunch break, like I just did an hour ago.
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Bagels are synonymous with NYC. I didn't really know that until I read an essay about...bagels. Well, it was more about ethnic foodways in America, or something like that (I think the essay started talking about immigrants from the Middle East opening NY-style delis in the mid-west that sold bagels, or something along those lines, which I actually read again for a different class this semester yet have already forgotten because I HAD THAT LOBOTOMY), but it talked about the history of bagels and their connotations. Bagels in NYC (and at least the Tri-State/Mid Atlantic/New England area?) are just bagels, while further out they NY or Jewish bagels, fuuurther out maybe American bagels, even fuuurther out maybe Earthling food...eh, I forgot.
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Bathroom typing, City Bakery, and a taste of Bouchon
Hm. I suppose it's the supplements I've been taking lately. They're green. I can see them turning my pee an alarming shade of yellow that would otherwise seem to result from the ingestion of radioactive waste, or being zapped with some radioactive ray of fluorescent doom that the government created for fun. "It makes our organs glow, wee!" They gotta do something to amuse themselves, right?
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That conversation isn't exactly word-for-word, and my reaction isn't as overemphasized as you may think it is. But the scenario happened! Kinda.
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Backtracking through Japanese, Chinese, and pastry foodstuffs
If you don't follow my flickr account, you'll miss a lot of stuff. I've somehow managed to procrastinate not only in school work but also in blogging, which makes you wonder what I do with the rest of my time...
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Okay, you know I love City Bakery, with its Greenmarket-reliant savories and perfectly chewy-crisp chocolate chip cookies. Yesterday after work, I headed over there to get a pre-rehearsal light dinner. Pickings were a little slim over at the salad bar, so I loaded up on tuna salad and egg salad, passing on the 70 cent baguettes hunks at the end of the line. As I waited in line to weigh my plate, a counter person floated by with a tray of still warm pretzel croissants, leaving an almost tangible buttery breeze in its wake. Naturally, I ordered one as a supplement to my my salads, along with one of those chocolate chip cookies.
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It's time to pretend we're hearty Northerners. My plan for this weekend involves bundling up, embracing the cold spell and raising a steaming mug to welcome the City Bakery Hot Chocolate Festival.
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I can be very tentative when it comes to spending money on lunch. I don't shirk from an expensive sandwich if I'm confident I will enjoy it (see: 'Wichcraft.) But I will shirk from an expensive salad bar that charges $10 a pound when I know that I have a tendency to load up my plate with 80 pounds worth of salad. Which is why three times, before today, I walked through City Bakery, sniffing along the salad bar, and deciding against it because I knew it'd be way too expensive.
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If you're not dining out on Thanksgiving, yet you still haven't planned your own menu, I recommend taking home a wonderfully complete holiday feast from City Bakery. Start the meal with a mesclun salad, then move on to an organic turkey with your choice of mushroom or cornbread stuffing. Gingered sweet potatoes, butternut squash, creamed spinach and buttermilk horseradish mashed potatoes will provide a lovely accompaniment for your bird. Round out the meal with Indian apple pie, dark chocolate cheesecake, and, of course, City Bakery's legendary pumpkin pie. Have a terrific holiday!
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Maury Rubin, the owner and creator of City Bakery, would probably have a warrant taken out on him if he ever closed City Bakery. Literally,
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