O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming
– Twelfth Night (2.3.39-40)
No, kids, Drake didn’t invent the concept of yolo-ing, some guy named Shakespeare was using clowns to sing about carpe diem a couple centuries ago. So it was in his honor that I woke up way early this morning as the radio chirped about an awesome snowpocalypse hitting NY. Other others saw snow fear, I saw my jacket opportunity. An awesome opportunity to get some cronuts.
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure
– Twelfth Night (2.3.50-52)
That’s right, Oedipal Edibles refused the temptations of over-privileged snobs America’s hottest sensation for seven months but finally succumbed to Dominique Ansel Bakery‘s advances. After all, how many other idiots geniuses would have thought of using an epic snowstorm to beat the equally epic line?
30th in line at 7:45 arrival, they let in 20 at a time, I got in at 8:15
Address: 189 Spring St, New York, NY (near Prince St NQR)
Price: $5 / cronut (limit of two / person); most other pastries are $3 to $8; some cakes and large-format orders available for more $
Hours: Only time that really matters is that the line really gets going at 7am for doors opening at 8am (Mon-Sat); other options include calling or going online on Monday mornings – aka, don’t hold your breath
Wait / Reservations: See left
there’s another line inside to place your cronut order and a separate line for non-cronut orders (that some dumbfounded people tried to use to bypass the outside line)
flavors change every month, this month was caramel peanut butter rum as the filling (but probably taste pretty similar to other months)
they make more than cronuts
they also have sandwiches (panel to the right)
s’mores kit to make ~15 for $50 with some special chocolates or something
actual croissants, didn’t see any donuts though
after 30 minutes in line, unwrapping the magic box!
actually really freaking good! not as sweet as I expected, a bit cold and very flaky, but each bit was a slightly different experience depending on your chewing order (or maybe I was just really cold)
coconut lycee pavlova – looked awesome, tasted gross
their newest offering / money-trap: galette, a french cake – too sweet, nothing special even as the store was pimping it out to the cronut line
the back kitchen: where the magic happens
Verdict: Much better than I expected and totally worth it. I would go back for other pastries without the line (forgot to try the frozen s’mores). Wouldn’t wait more than 30 minutes in line again for cronuts. And yes, these people didn’t plan correctly.
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