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Somehow, even though I am from New Jersey*, I have a disproportionate number of successful creative/artist-type friends from high school who have become well-known musicians, photographers, recording engineers, writers and chefs. One in particular is
Jimmy Distefano, the esteemed pastry chef at
Rouge Tomate on E. 60th St. across from Barneys. A graduate of the Culinary Institute and some amazing place in France, he makes the best desserts I've ever eaten. He's worked at several well-known establishments including the Park Avenue Cafe, David Burke & Donatella, Blue Fin and others. And lucky for me he had the brilliant idea that we go on a dessert crawl last night. How I never came up with this idea myself is a mystery.
We began crawling at
Mille-feuille 552 Laguardia between W. 3rd St. and Bleecker in the Village. The small, bakery-cafe, with white tiled walls and wood flooring is known for its
mille-feuille ($3.90) and macaroons ($1.90 each). The mille-feuille (literally "thousand-leaf) was divine. The macaroons came in many flavors and we tried five of them: rose raspberry (the best), chocolate praline, coconut, pistachio, espresso (2nd best). This was new to me, as I had only eaten the coconut macaroons that most New Yorkers are familiar with. If you have not had "French" macaroons, might I suggest you go here and try some?
Then we hopped over to the new
Amorino on University and W. 10th Street. A very fancy interior set the stage for some serious gelato ingesting. Served in a cup or a cone in various sizes, they charge by weight, so you could arguably order 10 flavors in one. I got a medium mango and pineapple, while the good chef ordered a larger version that included raspberry, yogurt, hazelnut and salted caramel. His was certainly better, and so I felt I should help him with his once I plowed through mine. The total bill was $14.50.
Our final stop was
Momofuku Milk Bar at 251 E. 13th St. near 2nd Ave. My reco'? Don't believe the hype. We got a compost cookie ($1.85) and a piece of crack pie ($5.25) and all I could taste was the sweetest sugar of my life. Very one-dimensional. I could have made this stuff, folks, and that is NOT a compliment. But the lines were long and the money flowing...
*nothin' but love for ya, NJ