These were the words that came out of my mouth when I gently placed the first sliver of the Cronut in my mouth. Directed to the Cronut itself. That insane, flaky pastry with a delicate cream in the center, dusted with sugar and topped with a rose glaze. Hashtag drool.
Let me back up. A new madness has taken over Manhattan and the man responsible goes by the name of Dominique Ansel. He's an evil genius that as of last week, introduced his croissant-donut hybrid to the world and no one has been safe since.
When I first heard of this last week, I decided to go to the bakery around 9:15am, only to be told that they sold out shortly after their 8am opening. How is this possible!? So, as any crazed baked good addict does, I did my research and figured out my next strat. Tuesday morning I had to run an errand before work and guess what, I had to walk by the bakery at 7:45am to head to work. 6 people in line? I can handle that!
I am not kidding - in the 15 minutes that I waited for the doors to open, at least 100 people were lined up behind me. NO JOKE. (I think it's safe to say that New Yorkers have had their fill on the much overdone and overrated cupcake craze). My plan was only to get the one, but since I'm a generous person, I got 3 to share with some of my favorite faces at work. When the first interaction at work leaves you weak in the knees, it's always a good day...
Photos: Robin West