waiter: would you ladies care for anything else?
the lovely ladies: do you have a dessert menu?
waiter: we don't serve proper dessert.
me: well, do you serve any improper dessert?
waiter: stares at me.
me: what? that's a valid question.
waiter: you would think you are the first person to ask that, but you are not.
me: check please.
after being put in my place by the mean waiter, we gathered our things and headed for the street. as you leave the restaurant there is a small stand right by the door which sells desserts from momofuku milk bar, including the famous crack pie. feeling brutally rebuffed, i decided to drown my sorrows by purchasing a piece of this pie.
behold:
as micol put it, "it tastes good at first, but then you realize that you can't stop eating it." yes, it is that good. i mean, anything where the first ingredient is butter can only be a heavenly heart attack on a plate.
doesn't it look quiet and unassuming? like a tiny piece of pie that could not possibly change your life?
well, it's not. don't let it fool you. i fear that i will be selling off my bag collection in order to find money to buy slices of this pie. pretty soon, i am going to move to full pies. my friends will have to stage an intervention and i will end up on celebrity rehab, the pie edition.
