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Tara in Paris, I mean the bakery’s back patio

I was alerted to the fact that I didn’t tell you about the time I ate a Cronut. Don’t know what a Cronut is? It’s a croissant-doughnut hybrid of pure deliciousness. It’s all the rage in Manhattan right now. You can only get the original at the original bakery, however knock-offs are now available around the country. Dominique Ansel Bakery in SoHo makes a finite number each morning. When they’re gone, they’re gone. No more get baked.

Tara and I knew we would be going to Dominique Ansel Bakery in SoHo when she visited. We planned it for her last day in the city, which seemed like a good idea before we embarked on a self-imposed cupcake challenge.

The blogs said we needed to be in the Cronut line by 6 a.m., so we set the alarm, so we could just roll out of bed, throw on clothes and catch the C train.

Two Cronuts and a Magic Soufflé
Two Cronuts and a Magic Soufflé

We were in line right around 6. We got a particularly smelly spot near a park trash can. Lovely. We waited there a little over two hours. The sidewalk was too icky to sit on, so we stood. Behind us in line was a professional line waiter. He was there buying his limit of two Cronuts for a veterinarian. He said he’d been there several times. He also waits in line for electronics, “Saturday Night Live” tickets and more. He charges $25 for the first hour and $10 for each additional half hour.

The bakery lets people in in waves. We were in the second group. Since we were there, I also wanted to try the Magic Soufflé that was new that week. Tara got two Cronuts. I got two Cronuts and the souffle, which we were told to eat within five minutes.

 

 

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Where Cronuts are born

After the soufflé, we dug into our Cronut boxes. They were delicious! Just as good as you heard. They were denser than we expected. I liked the cream between the flakey layers. Tara thought the cream was unnecessary.

After we shared the soufflé and savored a Cronut each, we were stuffed and sugared out. So we put our second Cronuts in one box and texted some friends to see if they wanted them. No one we reached did. Or they were busy at work and couldn’t meet us (even though we said we’d deliver!). We were wishing we had the line waiter’s number and could text him and offer to sell them for $50. Finally we decided Tara should just bring the sought-after treat back to Seattle, despite all advice to eat it within a couple hours.

Review: Cronuts are delicious. Would I ever stand on the sidewalk for two hours for them again? Not likely.

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