New York winter mornings are the best. We had some beautiful weather, albeit perishingly cold at times. The sun is bright, the wind is brisk and the skies are clear. Really puts you in the mood for some Crack Pie...
Momofuku Milk Bar has been on my to do list for a very long time indeed. Famed for their Crack Pie and Cereal Milk, they seemed the obvious breakfast choice on our first morning in the Big Apple. You may think this behaviour is ridiculous, but I assure this is common practice in our household. I don't have that reflex which tells normal people what is suitable for specific times of day - I had curry for breakfast in Mauritius...
Cornflake chocolate chip marshmallow cookie: This seemed suitable for breakfast as it had cornflakes in it. Tenuous, I know. This was wonderfully chewy and sticky cookie with big chocolate chips. I managed about two thirds before giving up. However, it was a lovely surprise to find the rest in my handbag when looking for lip balm at 4am the next morning.. Jetlag eh...?
Crack Pie: It had to be done. This is a bit like a brown sugar tart; gooey, sweet and very tasty indeed. Not for the faint-hearted.
Cereal milk and pretzel shake: Cereal milk tastes exactly like the remaining liquor from a bowl of Frosties c.1991. That's the only way I can describe it. Not only is it sickly sweet, but it also manages to capture the pure nostalgia that is watching the Micky Mouse Club at Jenny's house in our pyjamas on a Saturday morning. Pretzel milk is a little more grown up. Sweet yet slightly salty - the same sort of morish feeling you get from eating one cheesy chip and then wanting to devour the whole lot.
We ended up eating our breakfast confectionary in the hotel lobby to which Milk Bar is attached, as there are no seats in the shop itself and it was way too cold to consider drinking a milkshake outside! There's nothing ground breaking going on here, but it's a fun little place to try.
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