Dessert Truck was nearby, and that they were selling pomegranate macarons for a limited time only.
I'm not typically a fan of spending $3 on three bitty macarons, but some of the proceeds were going to go to City Harvest and I didn't feel like eating a cupcake, so what else was there? I know you like my rationalization. I completely disregarded all other dessert options in the immediate area and went to the Dessert Truck. Upon arriving 5 minutes later, I found out that all was not right with the world. 1) there were no more macarons and 2) one of the Dessert Truck men was actually in a good mood and smiling.
here to see how scary this can be. Maybe I just always hit them at the wrong time? Whatever it was, it became a detriment to my experience. Now on Friday, after realizing no macarons were in my near future, I decided to try the bomboloni. Too bad I couldn't say it, and as I tried, Chris Chen smiled and even sort of tiny laughed. As if that wasn't odd enough, something even weirder happened. I liked the Bomboloni. They were cinnamony, warm, gooey and the vanilla cream wonderfully spilled out in between bites. I wasn't even bothered by my slowly freezing hands or the fact that I just spent $5 on three two-bite Bombolini. I got a smile out of one of the Dessert Truck guys, and then I really, really liked the dessert. Yes, Brownie knew of these developments within moments. The tide may just have turned in our relationship...
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