Molly’s Cupcakes

Bakery blog, I have returned! And I’m going to ramble about a cupcake shop on Bleecker Street, which is a pretty magical street in the West Village. So magical that if I had the pictures for it, I’d devote a whole post to its glory. Between 7th Avenue and Carmine Street, there’s a gelato place (Grom), an ice cream place (Cones), a cheese store that makes arguably one of the best grilled cheese sandwiches in NYC (Murray’s Cheese), a pizza place (John’s of Bleecker Street), a doughnut shop (The Doughnut Project – not technically on Bleecker, but close enough), and several bakeries. You could spend your whole day eating your way through this street.

But today, cupcakes. Molly’s Cupcakes (228 Bleecker Street), to be specific. My mother and I wandered in because we were in the neighborhood, and it was too cold for gelato or ice cream. The entrance is mostly flat. I think a power chair could get over it with enough momentum.

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Molly’s Cupcakes is pretty adorable. Even the chalkboard outside assures you that you’re in a cupcake judgment-free zone.

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There are also cute signs around the store.

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I understand why cupcakes should be held securely instead of held while frolicking, but it’s just so much fun to frolic.

The owner of Molly’s Cupcakes says on their website that Molly was his third grade teacher. She baked cupcakes whenever one of her students had a birthday, which is so sweet. This is probably why the store looks like a cross between a swing set and an elementary school classroom, with chalkboards and desks galore.

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These desks are giving me flashbacks of spelling quizzes, and times that I worried over my first grade GPA (which wasn’t actually a number, but I still felt a need to cram for quizzes).

Not that I’m complaining. Elementary school cupcake birthday parties were a highlight of my childhood. Except our cupcakes were usually comprised of cake mix and store-bought frosting, which the cupcakes at this establishment most definitely are not.

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This lighting isn’t doing the cupcakes justice. I really need to fiddle with my filters more.

Molly’s Cupcakes has an impressive display case and selection, with each flavor written out in neat, occasionally small handwriting. They have vegan options, and one flourless chocolate option (the Flourless Molten Chocolate). They also have the option to build your own cupcake.

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You too can live your dream of getting a chocolate cupcake with chocolate frosting and brownie chunks.

My mother and I decided to split a chocolate raspberry cupcake (we had just eaten lunch at Murray’s Cheese Shop, and their grilled cheese sandwiches are very filling), which is a chocolate cupcake with raspberry filling and a chocolate ganache. Had I gone there alone, I might have gone after the Oreo cupcake or the often-Yelped crème brûlée cupcake, which both looked lovely. We wanted a decaf latte to go with it, but we were told that they didn’t have any decaf. Apparently West Village residents have no need for decaffeinated coffee or espresso. Alas.

The cupcake itself was pretty good. Then again, my requirements for a pretty good cupcake are: 1. the cake is not dry, and 2. the frosting is not overly sweet. This sounds like a low bar, but I assure you that it is not. Most cupcake shops suffer from one of these ailments, and Magnolia Bakery is terrible on both counts (seriously, why is it so popular?). But the cupcake I had at Molly’s Cupcakes was solid. I’d definitely go back for another (and maybe sneak in some decaf coffee in a thermos).


Entrance: Mostly flat. A power chair should be able to get into the shop.
Bathroom: Although I did not use the bathroom there, it has a handicapped sign, so it looks promising.
Lighting: Good, although writing on labels for cupcakes might be a bit small at times.
Counter: Easy to see display, slightly difficult to reach for the counter to pay.
Coffee: No decaf.
Pastries: Chocolate raspberry cupcake is solid. Vegan options are available, in addition to at least one flourless option.

Twitter: @MollysCupcakes
Instagram: @MollysCupcakes

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Holiday Procrastibaking! Ginger Cookies

Greetings, internet!  It’s been a while.  Since my last post, I’ve submitted my GSE applications (whoo!) and have spent far too long avoiding grad school forums like the plague (because people post results on there and I don’t want to know when people are hearing back).  One of my Push to Walk trainers moved to Maine to get a degree in Outdoor Education and Recreation, and work on a dairy farm (you can check out their Kickstarter here).  If I lived anywhere near this farm, I’d probably buy all my milk and eggs from them.  Alas.

But seriously, this holiday cookie post is long overdue.  I made these cookies a couple of times while I was at Cambridge (note: the following pictures were all taken while I was at Cambridge).  Generally, I’m not huge on ginger, but I will eat mass quantities of these cookies without shame.  This recipe is slightly modified from Ina Garten’s Ultimate Ginger Cookie.

First, chop 1 1/4 cups (6 0z.) of crystallized ginger.

Ginger Cookies 1
Word of warning, the ginger will stick to the knife.

Then, sift together 2 1/4 cups of all-purpose flour, 1 tsp baking soda, 2 tsps ground cinnamon, 1 tsp ground cloves, 1/2 tsp ground nutmeg, 1/2 tsp ground ginger, and 1/4 tsp kosher salt.

In another bowl, mix 1 cup of dark brown sugar (lightly packed), 1/4 cup vegetable oil, and 1/3 cup unsulfured molasses.

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There are some recipes where it’s okay to not have an electric mixer, but for this one, I would highly recommend getting one, borrowing one, or pleading with your next-door neighbor to let you use one, because molasses is pretty difficult to mix by hand.  Like actually.

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I’ve been mixing this for over five minutes and I feel like my right tricep is about to die.

Five minutes on medium speed with an electric mixer, you’re done and can move on to the next step.  I can’t move on just yet, because this is still not completely mixed (which you can see from the picture – see how the oil is kind of separate from everything?  Yeah, you don’t want that), so keep mixing!

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Alright, this batter consistency looks about right.  If you foolishly mixed this by hand, take a couple minutes to stretch your arms.

Add two medium eggs OR one extra-large egg + 1 yolk.  One egg is not enough, and two extra-large eggs are too much.  Make sure the eggs are at room temperature.

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The batter will become MUCH easier to mix by hand now.  Just mix for a minute, scrape the bottom of the bowl with a rubber spatula to make sure no ingredient got away, and then, gradually, begin to add the dry ingredients.

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Mix the dry ingredients for a couple of minutes, just until combined.  Scrape around the bowl with a rubber spatula again to make sure all of the ingredients are mixed.

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Now, add the chopped crystallized ginger from earlier.

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Mix until combined.

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Preheat the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit (some people like to preheat sooner, but it takes me a long time to place cookie batter on baking sheets, so I’m okay with preheating it now).  Take out two baking sheets and line them with parchment paper.  Prepare a small amount of sugar in a bowl or on a plate.   You’ll need this soon.

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A bowl would’ve been better, but the plate was right there and I was feeling kind of lazy.

Scoop the dough into 1 3/4″ balls, place them on the baking sheet, and flatten with your palm before rolling them in sugar and putting them back on the baking sheet.

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You might be wondering why the cookie batter looks kind of sticky.  Remember that thing I said earlier about how you should use either 1 extra-large egg + 1 yolk, OR 2 medium eggs?  This is what happens when you use 2 extra-large eggs.  Alternatively, if you only use 1 extra-large egg, your batter will be a little too crumbly.  Eggs are tricky.

Bake for 11-13 minutes, or until the cookies are a light golden color.  Ina Garten’s recipe tells you to bake them for exactly 13 minutes, but it really depends on your oven/other factors that probably involve science.  Let cookies cool on the baking sheet for 1-2 minutes, and then transfer onto wire racks to cool completely.

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You are so worth the tricep soreness I’m going to have in the morning.

This recipe should yield 16 fairly large cookies.

Here’s a link to the Ina Garten recipe (I’ve altered amount of cloves, eggs, and baking time):

For those who don’t want to flip between the official recipe and my modifications, here are the modified ingredients and directions:

1 1/4 cups (6 0z.) chopped crystallized ginger
2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking soda
2 tsps ground cinnamon
1 tsp ground cloves
1/2 tsp ground nutmeg
1/2 tsp ground ginger
1/4 tsp kosher salt
1 cup dark brown sugar, lightly packed
1/4 cup vegetable oil
1/3 cup unsulfured molasses
1 extra-large egg + 1 egg yolk OR 2 medium eggs (at room temperature)
Granulated sugar (for rolling the cookies)

1. Chop the crystallized ginger.
2. Sift together flour, baking soda, cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, ginger, and salt.
3. Mix brown sugar, vegetable oil, and molasses in an electric mixer for five minutes at medium speed (or at close to ten minutes by hand).
4. Add egg(s) and mix for a minute, until combined.  Don’t forget to scrape the bottom of the bowl with a rubber spatula.
5. Gradually add the dry ingredients until combined.  Scrape bowl again with a spatula.
6. Add crystallized ginger and mix until combined.
7. Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit (some people like to do this sooner, so, to each their own).
8. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper.  Roll batter into 1 3/4″ balls, flatten with your palm, and roll in granulated sugar before placing on baking sheets.
9. Bake for 11-13 minutes, until golden brown.
10. Let cookies cool for 1-2 minutes on baking sheets.  Then transfer to wire rack to cool completely.

Thanks for reading!  Now that my applications are done, perhaps I might actually get around to reviewing more bakeries and such!

Happy holidays!



I know it seems like I haven’t posted in a while, but in my defense, I had to draft a bunch of personal statements for PhD applications, and then send those statements to my recommenders.  Also postseason baseball has been happening, which takes up oodles of time because I feel a need to watch pre-game and post-game coverage (I mean, who doesn’t want to hear Pedro Martinez talk about the Mets, am I right?).  Oh, and I did a guest post for Guest of a Guest!

The post features a few places I haven’t mentioned on this blog yet, such as Leske’s (doughnuts!), Van Leeuwen (ice cream!), and Jean Danet (Italian cookies!), but I assure you, they are all wheelchair-accessible.

I’ve been talking about chocolate cream pie for two separate entries, so it’s time I delivered: Robicelli’s (9009 5th avenue, Brooklyn, NY 11209).  They started as a gourmet sandwich shop in another part of Bay Ridge several years ago and closed that location.  That same storefront became an Italian bakery (with amazing biscotti), which has recently closed.  I’m going to guess that storefront must be haunted.  But anyway, Robicelli’s is now located on 5th avenue and 90th street in Bay Ridge, a neighborhood that frequently gets cut off of tourist maps.  Do I have a problem with this?  Absolutely not, because I can go through my whole day without having to dodge a tourist on the sidewalk, and that is a beautiful thing.

Robicelli’s has gotten a ton of press within the past year.

Robicellis Awards

Some of the press has been for their stellar baked goods, but lots of it has been for their creation, the Nutellasagna (now called the Nutella Lasagna), which is made up of lasagna noodles, cannoli custard, roasted hazelnuts, homemade marshmallow, and Nutella.  They (by they, I mean Allison and Matt Robicelli, the most badass baking couple ever) created the Nutella Lasagna during the summer of 2014 as part of their Jump the Shark Week, which was their way of mocking the “What’s the next cupcake?” question.  Because there are some self-proclaimed foodies out there who are not satisfied with a miniature cake (which, I’m sorry, how is that possible?) and who declared that they were “over” cupcakes after Crumbs went out of business.  These people wanted to know what was after the cupcake, and Robicelli’s created the Nutella Lasagna as a delicious joke, so of course it went viral.

It’s kind of silly that I went into that much detail over the Nutella Lasagna, mostly because I have never actually had it.  It was introduced the summer before I left for England, and I was too busy packing/figuring out how to ship physical therapy equipment across the Atlantic to go get a slice.  It then became popular while I was on another continent.  Perhaps this summer I will finally try it.

As much as I’d love to ramble about a dessert I haven’t tried, this would make for a more convincing review if I talked about something that I actually ate.

But first, I will show you the entrance, because it is flat.

Robicellis Entrance

I always go in with at least two items I definitely need to get in mind, but then I become painfully indecisive because they’ve started making something else that I must try (especially on weekends).

Robicellis Display
My cameraphone is not doing these desserts justice.

I should also mention that they have seasonal cupcakes named after the Golden Girls.

There is a cupcake named after my favorite southern belle and my day just got several times more fabulous.
There is a cupcake named after my favorite southern boss lady and my day just got several times more fabulous.

On this particular day, my sister and I wanted to split a cupcake.  What caught our attention instead were pudding cups (which were introduced to the regular menu while I was in England).

Robicellis Tiramisu

Okay, so we definitely had to get a pudding cup.  Wait, what is that cupcake?

I know I'm going to go broke if I buy everything I like, but holy crap that looks good.
I know I’m going to go broke if I buy everything I like, but holy crap that looks good.

My sister and I decided to get a Chocolate Kahluha banana pudding cup.  Because that sounded like the most logical thing to split.

This is the top of the cup.  I thought it'd be a good idea to take a cross-sectional picture once we were some of the way through, but then we finished it. My camera wasn't fast enough.
This is the top of the cup. I thought it’d be a good idea to take a cross-sectional picture once we were some of the way through, but then we finished it. My camera wasn’t fast enough.

I know Robicelli’s is famous for their Nutella Lasagna, and for their cupcakes, but I need to talk about their chocolate cream pie.  There’s chocolate budino (think dense pudding), which has a slight bitterness to it, and the top is a light and slightly sweet mascarpone chantilly.  It is a super heavy pie with an all-butter crust, but is worth the calories.  I ordered a pie to bring to a party last summer (I should mention, if you order anything, do it at least 48 hours in advance).  At the party, one of my sister’s friends told me that the pie changed her life.  It’s a magical pie.  I recently ate a slice before I could take a picture.  This has been happening a lot lately.

I did manage to take a picture once when I returned from England and wanted to buy a pie, but it was like, 90 degrees outside and the pie topping might have gotten jostled in the car:

Oh. My. Pie.
Oh. My. Pie.

The pie may not have been at its most photogenic at that moment, but it still looked mighty.

The location itself isn’t exactly a “stay for five hours writing your statement of purpose” place.  It’s pretty small and has a table with super tall chairs.  I also don’t think there’s a bathroom for customers.

Robicellis Table
Looks like I’m eating my pudding cup on my lap.

There’s also an area for kids to play with toys while their parents stare at dessert items.

Robicellis Kids

If you need coffee, by the way, they serve Stumptown.

Also, I have to say that for much better food photography than my post has to offer, please check out the Robicelli’s Instagram feed (@robicellis), which features all the food porn you could ask for.


Entrance: Flat!
Bathroom: I don’t believe there’s one for customers.
Lighting: Great
Counter: Easy to see most things on display, but it’s a little difficult to reach up to pay.
Coffee: Stumptown
Pastries: Everything. Just get everything.  But the chocolate cream pie is my favorite.

Robicelli’s website:
Current menu:
Robicelli’s cookbook (filled with great recipes and a delightfully unexpected amount of swearing):

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Mia’s Bakery

Last post, I said I’d blog about chocolate cream pie or Madison Square Eats.  I visited another bakery this week, so I figured I’d put the chocolate cream pie on hold for another week or so and blog about the new bakery.

Life updates: Applying for a Ph.D. program is unexpectedly nerve-wracking (especially when I’m jumping from medieval history to the modern period).  I’m totally fine with checking out school rankings, finding programs, and looking up faculty whose research interests kind of sort of mostly match with mine, but then I have to email those professors to see if they’d want to work with me.  I spend hours drafting email after email, reading articles/book chapters written by these professors, and trying to spin my topic to something that maybe sounds interesting to them.  Since I just spent a year researching perceptions of disability in the Early Middle Ages, I thought, hey, why not look at perceptions of disability in the American education system?  Because the system suffers from ableism and believe me, I am more than happy to undertake a large research project to examine different aspects of it (and offer suggestions on how to improve it).  I’ve emailed professors from four different schools, and whenever I hear a positive reply I just think, “YES, MY SUBJECT IS WORTH STUDYING,” but occasionally I’ll get a reply like, “Disability studies doesn’t fit into our program.”  And then I look like Sadness from “Inside Out” for a few minutes before I shift my focus to the professors who might actually want to work with me.

Yes, that was a whole paragraph about my Ph.D. applications to justify my understandable need for cake.  Also my Push to Walk trainer said I’ve moved on from planks (my favorite exercise ever) and then gave me something different/harder to do, so I decided that cake would alleviate my sadness.

I was getting bubble tea at Hanco’s (134 Smith Street, Brooklyn) one day and saw Mia’s Bakery (139 Smith Street, Brooklyn), a new bakery across the street.  Its entrance looked accessible, so I needed to check it outMias Entrance

The door was open, but there was a second door by the entrance that needed to be opened.  I was able to open the door while seated in my chair, but those with more limited upper body movement may need extra assistance to get in.

Inside, I became seized with indecision immediately.  The selection of desserts was just insane.

Cakes!  Everywhere!
Cakes! Everywhere!
Display cases on display cases!  Are those cronuts I see up there??
Cupcakes everywhere! And mini baklava! Display cases on display cases! Are those cronuts I see up there??

There was also a separate area for coffee, and I was slightly confused where to place my order, because I wanted coffee and cookies/cake.  I found out they were out of rainbow cookies and decided that I most definitely needed a slice of cake instead.  I should add that while there don’t appear to be any major issues with lighting, the text behind each of these counters is rather small.

So I order my coffee here and dessert at the other counter?
So I order my coffee here and dessert at the other counter?

Turns out you can order whatever at either counter.  I was not inclined to stay at the coffee bar, mostly because the seats were too high.

Okay, I'll just have my coffee at the part of the bakery with shorter chairs.
Okay, I’ll just have my coffee at the part of the bakery with shorter chairs.

The smart decision would’ve been to get a manageable-looking cupcake.  But I’m not smart with dessert.  For some reason everything looks smaller in the display case than it does on a plate, and I think, “Oh yeah, I could totally handle that.”  After a solid ten minutes of staring at the display cases, a friendly staff member recommended chocolate mousse cake (I was torn between that and what looked like blackout cake).  I ordered the cake ($5.75 per slice) and a decaf cappuccino ($3.75).  If you order your drink to stay, you get it in a mug, which may not seem unusual, but I like noting it because there are places that give you a paper cup whether you stay or go.  And I’m a fan of mugs.  They’re cozy and say, “Why don’t you pull out your laptop/book and work here a while?”  They have free WiFi and outlets, so…definitely a future place to work.

Mias Seating
I have a friend who says this looks like a Jersey diner. He’s from South Jersey and I’ve never been to a diner around there, so I’ll take his word for it?

The cappuccino was strong and bitter.  I liked it lots.

Mias Cappuccino

It also went really well with the chocolate mousse cake.

I shamelessly instragram-ed this cake.
I shamelessly instragram-ed this cake, because it is pretty.

I liked it, but wished that there was more cake and less mousse.  The cake part was lovely, but the mousse part tasted like the chocolate mousse I’ve had in most neighborhood bakeries (i.e. forgetful and in need of more cocoa powder/less sugar).  It was light at least, but I kind of thought I should have gotten a chocolate cupcake or something instead.  At least then there’d be more cake than frosting.  Given how huge the selection of desserts is, I think I should be able to find something I want to repeatedly get pretty soon (rainbow cookies, where are you?!).

Before I forget, the women’s bathroom, which includes a disabled symbol on the door, is accessible.  The men’s bathroom does not have a disabled symbol on the door, so it might not be accessible.


Entrance: Flat, with two doors that may be difficult to open if you have limited upper body movement.
Bathroom: Definitely accessible for women, unsure for men.
Lighting: Great, although text for menu above display cases is rather small.
Counter: Good height for ordering, not so much if you want to sit at the coffee bar.
Coffee: Brooklyn Roasting Company
Pastries: Cakes, cookies, everything really.  They were out of rainbow cookies when I was there, though.  The chocolate mousse cake needed more cake and less mousse (or the same amount of mousse with less sugar).
Other: Some staff are friendly, some forget you’re there (not mentioned in the post: how I repeatedly had to flag down someone on the staff to get my check).
Recommended dessert item (not actually mentioned in post): Most recommended items based on internet reviews are cheesecake and rainbow cookies.  This breaks my heart because I really wanted to have a rainbow cookie.

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Bien Cuit

The dissertation is in, and I plan to distract myself from thinking about potential typos I may or may not have caught as I read over my final draft.  Distraction can take many forms: watching sports, reading (…about sports), documenting various family baking projects (which can all be found on my Instagram account @valpiro221), shamelessly streaming T-Swift on Apple Music (because free trial yay), and blogging about where you might want to get pastries.  Because pastries are awesome.

To be fair, I actually went to Bien Cuit (120 Smith street, between Dean and Pacific, Brooklyn) about a month ago and only found time to write about it now.  They’re located in the Boerum Hill/Cobble Hill area, which is now home to lots of Williamsburg-esque coffee places and artisanal ice cream shops.  Some of these locations have steps, which means I will not feature them on this blog.  If there is any demand, however, I will compile a list of inaccessible coffee shops as a warning to mobility-impaired New Yorkers and travelers.

Some bakeries/cafés used to have steps, and storeowners have tried to solve this problem by installing interior ramps or by covering the outside step with enough concrete to create something of a slope.  Sometimes this works spectacularly, and other times it kind of sort of needs more work.  I mention this because of the struggle it took to get into Bien Cuit.  Outside their entrance, there is a steep concrete slope that I needed a push up.  Their door needed to be held open by a stranger while my mother, who luckily happened to be with me, pushed me into the bakery.

I think you need a longer interior ramp.
I think you need a longer interior ramp.

This was a bummer, because it is quite cute inside, with wooden floors and cute signs that actually describe the components of each drink on the menu.

Bien Cuit Interior

In case you have ever wondered what the difference is between a latte and a cappuccino, look no further!
In case you have ever wondered what the difference is between a latte and a cappuccino, look no further!

The counter is at a wheelchair-friendly height, but I couldn’t get over the lighting within the display case.  I mean, it just did not do the pastries justice.

These pastries need to bask in photogenic lighting.  Is there an Instagram filter that fixes this?
These pastries need to bask in photogenic lighting. Is there an Instagram filter that fixes this?

After briefly chatting with a very friendly barista, I opted for the apple cardamom danish ($4) and for a passionfruit-mint spritzer ($4).  The coffee at Bien Cuit comes from Joe, a brand name that’s up there with Stumptown and Intelligentsia, so you know your espresso beverages are going to be fabulous.  I figured if I went with one of their “summer spritzers” (check the bottom righthand corner of the chalkboard picture), I’d be able to try something different and blogworthy.  Or, who am I kidding, it was really hot outside and I wanted something fruity with ice in it.

You look so pretty when you're not in a display case!
You look so pretty when you’re not in a display case!

Bien Cuit is known for their bread.  That said, the pastry surrounding the apple cardamom filling was definitely more bready than flaky, almost to the point of being kind of chewy.  The pastry tasted good, but its consistency was a little too dense for my taste.  The apple filling tasted like apple pie, with the consistency of applesauce.  The crumbly topping was good, but as hard as I searched for the cardamom flavor in the topping, apple filling, and unexpected cream filling beneath the apple, I could not find it.  For those unfamiliar with cardamom, it’s usually an ingredient in most chai tea blends.  Its flavor is pretty distinct, and you’d know if you had it.  Either my palette isn’t as snobby as I’ve been led to believe, or someone forgot the cardamom.  Or perhaps detecting the cardamom in this danish is like tasting wine, where someone tells you there are flavor notes and you nod in agreement for fear of looking silly in front of your wine connoisseur friends (even though you cannot for the life of you detect any of these so called “flavor notes”).  In any case, I tasted apple (and some delightful cream below the apple), but no cardamom.  Perhaps I should’ve gone with the raspberry muenster danish.

Bien Cuit Passionfruit

I had another issue of “wait, where is the second flavor?” with the passionfruit and mint spritzer.  I checked the menu after my first sip to make sure that yes, there was supposed to be mint in this.  I did not taste mint.  If it was there, it was overpowered with the sweetness of passionfruit.  For those who adore sweet drinks, look no further.  I used my straw to mix the passionfruit around my cup, and tried sipping from the top of the cup.  It was of no use.  It was too sweet for me.  I would later take this home and heavily dilute it, because I could not bring myself to throw out a $4 drink.

The bathroom at Bien Cuit is technically not accessible, for it lacks the bars/handrails you would ordinarily see next to the toilet.  It is, however, large enough for my wheelchair to fit into.

Overall, I really wanted to love this place.  I’m a sucker for hipster-esque coffee places, and will pay for their overpriced pastries and coffee drinks if they are worth it.  This visit was less than stellar, but I’ve been happy with other purchases from this establishment.  I’ve had their pain de mie bread before (think French milk bread), and it’s fabulous with peach jam or nutella ($6 for half a loaf).  I am certain that Bien Cuit’s espresso beverages are worth trekking up the super steep entrance (i.e. sitting around awkwardly waiting for kind strangers to help you), but I have no intention of being a regular here.  It’s just too much of a hassle to get in, and I can get really good coffee at the cookie shop around the corner (oh there will be a post on that).


Entrance: Super steep.  Interior ramp does not help the steepness.  You will need people to help you in.
Bathroom: Not exactly accessible.  No handrails, but space is large enough for a wheelchair to fit in.
Lighting: Great everywhere except for the display case.
Counter: Good height.
Coffee: Joe; Tea: Harney and Sons; Spritzers: Avoid.
Pastries: Made in-house, kind of bready danishes, cardamom not detectable in apple cardamom danish.
Other: Friendly staff.
Recommended dessert item: Grab yourself a pain de mie loaf to go and either put jam or nutella on it, or turn it into French toast.  Not exactly dessert, but it’s a sweet breakfast item.

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The Chocolate Room

Dessert blog, how I have neglected thee!  Dissertation madness kicked into full gear for the past three weeks, but now the full draft is complete and has been sent to my adviser for feedback.  Once I hear back from her, I’ve got some editing to do before I print it, bind it, and send it off to England.  In the meantime, noms and more noms!

One of my favorite things about coming home is that my physical therapy/exercise schedule becomes way more intense, which totally justifies greater consumption of chocolate goodness.  Right?  Right.  There’s a gym in New Jersey called Push to Walk that I go to a few times a week that specializes in providing workouts for people with spinal cord injuries and other neurological conditions.  I can’t go to a normal gym because I can’t use any of their equipment (oh great!  a treadmill with no harness!  what could go wrong?), and I avoid regular hospital outpatient physical therapy like the plague because the physical therapists there force me to work on my wheelchair transfers.  Like all the time.  I remember I once told a physical therapist that I could feel my abs and wanted to do abdominal exercises, and she told me I was imagining things.  So not cool.  That was a rambly paragraph to say that I get my ass kicked (in the best possible way) by a trainer three times a week, which means I get to eat ice cream.

Cue the Chocolate Room (269 Court Street, Brooklyn, NY, 11231).  It’s actually in a part of Brooklyn where you can find parking, so, kudos to them.

TCR Entrance

The entrance is slightly bumpy, and I do need to pop a wheelie to get in.  I think with enough force, a power chair should be able to get in, but please do not quote me on that.  Sadly no power door to get in, but there’s always a staff member by the entrance, so if you wave, you will be noticed.

I went with my mom and dad after a Push to Walk workout (you will notice that many of my future blog posts take place after a Push to Walk workout).

If you're sitting here, odds are you can smell chocolate from the kitchen and hear a Beatles song on their speakers.
If you’re sitting here, odds are you can smell chocolate from the kitchen and hear a Beatles song on their speakers.

We sat next to a window, where, if you put in enough effort, you can spy on people who live in Cobble Hill.

How creepy would it be if I brought binoculars with me?
How creepy would it be if I brought binoculars with me?

We each got a sample of their Valrhona chocolate sorbet when we sat down at the table.  I usually am not a huge fan of sorbet, but this is delightful.  Don’t let the picture below fool you – the spoon is small.  Regardless, it is a lovely sample.

I once came here with a friend who had the sample and then said, "Can I get this, but more?"
I once came here with a friend who had the sample and then said, “Can I get this, but more?”

My mom loves getting the banana split (but only if someone shares with her, so that’s what I did) ($12.50), and my dad likes the milkshakes ($7.50) here.  Between everyone in my family, and a few of my friends, I have tried or seen pretty much everything on the menu.  I’m only going to show pictures of the banana split and chocolate milkshake, but let it be known that The Chocolate Room has a phenomenal chocolate pudding, and the best mint chip ice cream I have ever had in my life.  And yes, they make it all there.  I’ll post a few more things in the TLDR section, only because I feel awkward reviewing things in the main post without an accompanying picture.

My dad’s chocolate milkshake looked fabulous.

See that metal cup next to the milkshake?  That holds more milkshake.  You're welcome, world.
See that metal cup next to the milkshake? That contains more milkshake. You’re welcome, world.

The banana split that my mom and I shared needs some elaboration and two camera angles, because it is a thing of beauty.

I would eat this and make questionable moaning sounds, but my parents are here, so I won't.
I would eat this and make questionable moaning sounds, but my parents are here, so I won’t.

The banana is split and then bruléed.  That’s right.  Bruléed.  The sugar in the banana crystallizes and makes bananas even more wonderful.  Between the halved banana there’s a scoop of Madagascar vanilla bean (where you can legit see the vanilla bean), Belgian chocolate, and strawberry ice cream.  To accompany the vanilla, there is caramel sauce.  Chocolate ice cream has strawberry sauce, and the strawberry ice cream has hot fudge on it.  All made in-house.  All amazing.  The ice cream is topped with homemade whipped cream, chocolate shavings, and a real cherry.  My mom and I asked if we could substitute their whipped cream with coconut whipped cream (which they also make there), which they did, and which was amazing.

If you’re not in the mood for a banana split, they make a frozen hot chocolate (called the Not Hot) here that would make Serendipity 3 (an Upper East Side tourist trap that gets way too much good press) cry tears of jealousy.  Seriously, I have had both, and there is no comparison (also the frozen hot chocolate here is cheaper so you have no excuse).  They also do excellent ice cream sodas and hot chocolate floats.  I like to pair their hot chocolate with their mint chip ice cream, because at some point you end up with minty hot chocolate.  My sister also loves their Black Bottom Butterscotch custard.  I guess it would be easier to say that you cannot go wrong with anything on their menu.

And they have a wheelchair accessible bathroom.  Score.

The Chocolate Room gets crowded at night, so I recommend going in the afternoon.  If you want to get stuff to go, they have a counter in the front where you can order ice cream, milkshakes, brownies, cupcakes, chocolates, and a number of other Chocolate Room items.

TCR Shelves

TCR Popcorn

TCR Chocolates
Knipschildt chocolates. Yes, please.

There was also this super accurate mug:


There totally is.  I bought a shirt from The Chocolate Room a few years ago that said the same thing.  They have another location in Park Slope, but I cannot vouch for its accessibility.

For more information:


Entrance: Small bump.  You can pop a wheelie in a manual chair, more effort may be needed with a power chair.
Bathroom: Accessible!
Lighting: Better the closer you are to the window.
Counter: Not too high at the front, but there are seats at the counter that are way too high.
Coffee: Brooklyn Roasting Company (Fair Trade Certified and Organic, and locally roasted), Tea: Harney and Sons, Chai latte: bit on the sweet side.  Also, they sell chocolate beer and dessert wines.
Pastries: All homemade, all stellar.  Oprah loves their chocolate cake.
Other: Super friendly staff.
Recommended dessert item: Although not pictured, my all time favorite thing to get here is a scoop of mint chip ice cream with hot fudge.

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NYC Doughnut Showdown: Part One

I said I would finish my Cambridge entries, but eh, no one wants to read about a crepe chain.  And in any case, I’m home now, and I just went to two doughnut places over the 4th of July weekend and feel a need to tell people about them.  NYC’s got some lovely doughnut places, so I thought I’d post two per entry that seem pretty similar to each other.  Today: fancy doughnuts.  Some call them “artisanal,” but I really prefer the term “fancy,” because they really are fancier (and more expensive) than your average doughnut.

Today’s Showdown: Dough (originally from Brooklyn, but I checked out their Flatiron location (14 W 19th street between 5th and 6th avenues)) and The Doughnut Plant (220 W 23rd street, between 7th and 8th avenues).

Dough is a pretty new place (I think they’ve been around since 2010/11), but it has already been ranked as the best doughnut shop in NYC by GrubStreet.  They specialize in yeast doughnuts, which they top with various glazes.  The Doughnut Plant has been around for a bit longer, and has been featured on multiple travel shows (not gonna lie, that’s kind of how I found out about them).  It has four locations in Manhattan (five if you count the Shake Shack in Battery Park City).  They invented the square jelly doughnut (imagine a square doughnut with a hole in the middle, and imagine jelly piped through each side of the square) and the creme brûlée doughnut.  I was excited to go to both shops.

I was thinking of doing some kind of ranking system with numbers so that I could judge both places on accessibility and awesomeness of doughnut, but I think it might just be better to talk about each first, and then put some kind of win/loss column at the bottom (can I make charts on wordpress?  Let’s find out).

First stop: Dough

Dough Entrance
Slight bump at the entrance, but I think a powerchair could go over it.

Door opens outwards, so it’s a bit tricky to open while seated.

There was a line.  Because doughnuts.  My sister (who valiantly agreed to join me on this quest for fancy fried dough) waited in line while I took pictures of the counter.  It was right at my height, which I thought was a bit dangerous.

I'll have one of everything okay thanks bye.
I’ll have one of everything okay thanks bye.

We decided to share a doughnut: the chocolate salted caramel.  Don’t let the above picture fool you.  They had more doughnuts on the other side of the counter.

The table at Dough is long and at the perfect height for my manual chair.

Dough Table

My sister and I looked at our glorious doughnut.

Okay this needs a knife and fork.  Otherwise I'm going to leave here looking like I stuck my face in a vat of chocolate.
Okay this needs a knife and fork. Otherwise I’m going to leave here looking like I stuck my face in a vat of chocolate.

Holy crap it’s like biting into the innards of a homemade zeppole (Italian fried dough).  I need to show you just how dough-y the middle of this thing is.  Dough wins for more accurate name ever.

Dough Cross Section

The glaze was also fantastic.  The salt balances out the sweetness of the chocolate, and when it’s done I’m sad that I split the doughnut.  It’s a salted caramel doughnut, but I don’t think I got too much caramel.  It’s okay, the salt and chocolate make up for it.

Unfortunately, Dough does not have a bathroom.  The staff there tells you to go to the Bed, Bath & Beyond down the block (and by block, I mean down to 6th avenue, which feels like going down two city blocks).  This was not an issue for me and my sister, because their espresso machine was broken that day.  This was kind of a bummer, because they serve Intelligentsia coffee (another high-end coffee brand), and I wanted to try a latte.  Oh well.  Another time.

Dough does have a water fountain, but it’s way too high for me to reach.

I know you're trying to look cool, Dough, but us wheelchair users cannot hydrate ourselves.  Not cool.
I know you’re trying to look cool, Dough, but us wheelchair users cannot hydrate ourselves. Not cool.

My sister and I trekked a few blocks over to our second location, The Doughnut Plant.  There’s a slight incline going up to the door, which also opens outwards.  What is up with that?

The door handle is shaped like a doughnut?  Does that make it harder to open?  Eh, a little.
The door handle is shaped like a doughnut? Does that make it harder to open? Eh, a little.

The Doughnut Plant specializes in yeast and cake doughnuts, so my sister and I decided to get one of each, along with an iced matcha latte (because we both love matcha).

TDP Latte

The latte was milky and not too sweet.  I would’ve thrown in another teaspoon of matcha, but that’s just me.

There are doughnuts everywhere in this store.  I mean this in a cute way.  The walls are covered in pillows that look like their doughnuts.

TDP Wall 2

Pinstripe doughnut YEAH.
Pinstripe doughnut YEAH.

The counter is a little taller than I am, but I can still get a good look at the bottom level of their doughnut case.

The counter.  You can see some of The Doughnut Plant's swag in the background in case you want to buy a bag or t-shirt or something.
The counter. You can see some of The Doughnut Plant’s swag in the background in case you want to buy a bag or t-shirt or something.
Hi doughnuts, if I had the stomach capacity, just know that I would eat you all.
Hi doughnuts, if I had the stomach capacity, just know that I would eat you all.

The Doughnut Plant has lots of small tables and a bench, which is covered in doughnuts.  They’re at a wheelchair friendly height.

TDP Table

My sister and I got a Valrhona chocolate yeast doughnut (to compare with Dough’s doughnut), and a matcha cake doughnut.  I was excited.

A star-shaped doughnut.  Because 'Murica.
A star-shaped doughnut. Because ‘Murica.

First, the Valrhona doughnut (star-shaped just for the 4th of July weekend).  I have to say, Dough does a better yeast doughnut.  It’s no contest.  This doughnut could’ve used a little salt in the glaze.  Which isn’t to say it was too sweet, just that I expect something a little more intense when it’s advertised as Valrhona chocolate, or at least something that tastes just as good as the glaze at Dough.  Boy did that sound snobby.  You get this round, Dough.

But the matcha doughnut.

Is this my new cellphone background?  Maybe.  Okay, it is.  It definitely is.  I stare at it daily.  I'm staring at it right now.  I want one.
Is this my new cellphone background? Maybe. Okay, it is. It definitely is. I stare at it daily. I’m staring at it right now. I want one.

Like the latte, it could’ve used a teaspoonful more of matcha, but that’s just personal preference.  It was a very good cake doughnut.  This is only available on Saturdays and Mondays, but I definitely recommend getting it if you’re a fan of green tea.

The Doughnut Plant has a bathroom, but it is not wheelchair-accessible.  Blast.  On the bright side, I can actually reach the water.

See, Dough?  You don't have to let your wheelchair-using customers dehydrate.
See, Dough? You don’t have to let your wheelchair-using customers dehydrate.

THE RESULTS (to substitute for TLDR):


Dough: Better yeast doughnut, counter at good height, table at good height.
The Doughnut Plant: Inventive cake and filled doughnuts, counter at good height, tables at good height, water reachable, delightful matcha latte.


Dough: No bathroom, water not reachable, broken espresso machine.
The Doughnut Plant: Bathroom not wheelchair-accessible.

So, where should you get a fancy doughnut in NYC (well, in the Flatiron district)?  Depends on what you’re craving.  If you want a yeast doughnut, go for Dough.  If you want anything else, go to The Doughnut Plant.  Just remember to use the bathroom at Bed, Bath & Beyond.

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I think this is what those "I <3 NY" shirts are referring to, right?
I think this is what those “I love NY” shirts are referring to.  Right?

See you next week!  Well, if my dissertation allows it.