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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When I first got to Cambridge last September, my sister stayed with me for a while to help me settle in.  We heard that Fitzbillies (51-52 Trumpington Street, CB2 1RG), a bakery and café near Pembroke College, was famous for their Chelsea buns, which are basically sticky buns.  Intrigued, we stopped by to try one, and then went outside to eat it while we went down Pembroke Street (which, by the way, was a terrible idea because Pembroke Street’s narrow and slanted sidewalks wreaked havoc on my shoulders).

Not going to lie, I got some of that sticky sweet syrup on my wheelchair rims.  Messy?  Yes.  Improvement of grip strength?  Actually, yes.  But I did wash them off later.
Not going to lie, I got some of that sticky sweet syrup on my wheelchair rims. Messy? Yes. Improvement of grip strength? Actually, yes. But I did wash them off later.

The counter was at the perfect height for viewing the buns.  We bought one bun (1.90) to split, and after two bites in, we both decided that it was very sweet, and would go great with coffee.  Really, really dark coffee.  This would have dissuaded us from going back to Fitzbillies, but we decided to try out their afternoon tea (18.00) anyway.  Because my sister and I love afternoon tea.  I mean, how could you not?  Sandwiches?  Pastries?  Scones?  CLOTTED CREAM?

YES, ALL CAPS.  Clotted cream is one of those things you can’t get in New York unless you do high tea somewhere fancy, because they import it from Devonshire.  You can also make your own clotted cream, but that requires twelve hours of oven time.  I’m not joking.

Where was I?  Right, Fitzbillies afternoon tea.  My sister and I tried it out, and the sandwiches were not bad, while the pastries were good, not great.  But that scone.  That clotted cream.  Oh.  My.  Yes.  This.  All of this.  Can I freeze clotted cream and bring it on a transatlantic flight?  I don’t know, but dangit I’m going to scour the internet until I find a suitable answer.

I raved about these scones and clotted cream for months to the ladies who live on my floor, until some of them decided to head down there with me.  For, um, important blog research.  As we went down King’s Parade to Trumpington Street, the ground got a bit bumpy.

I'm coming, scones!
I’m coming, scones!

I told myself that my butt would hurt, but it would be worth it.

We entered Fitzbillies through the bakery entrance.  Yes, there are two entrances.  One is flat and leads into the bakery, which then leads into a café area.  The other has two steps and leads into a coffee shop.  If you want to go to the coffee shop part, just go through the bakery entrance, up to the café area, and then make a right and you’ll be in the coffee shop.  Yup.  They thought of that.  The coffee shop has a large communal table and a couple of smaller ones.  Feel free to camp out and work until they close (which, like many Cambridge businesses, is at 6pm on weekdays).  The bakery area sells pastries, Kandula tea (my fave British brand), preserves, and packaged shortbread cookies:

Fitzbillies Kandula

Fitzbillies Preserves

Eating their lavender shortbread is like getting punched in the face with crumbly sweet lavender goodness.  Translation: Can I smuggle these on a transatlantic flight?
Eating their lavender shortbread is like getting punched in the face with crumbly sweet lavender goodness. Translation: Can I smuggle these in my carry-on?

Oh, and how could I forget, these lovely scones:

Hi, scones.  I'm Val.  I'm going to take one of you home today.
Hi, scones. I’m Val. I’m going to take one of you home today.

Fitzbillies renovated a few years ago, and so I noticed a couple of weird-looking ramps.  One of them leads into the café area:

Fitzbillies Ramp

Note: Whenever you see a weird-looking ramp, that means that there used to be a step there.  That means when Fitzbillies renovated, they got rid of the step and put in a ramp.  Boo-yah.

The café is well-lit, has lots of tables, and some pretty mug decorations:

Fitzbillies Interior

If you like the mugs, you can buy one at the bakery part of the shop.
If you like the mugs, you can buy one at the bakery part of the shop.

My floormates and I were seated at a table, and we began to plot out what to get.  They knew I would be taking pictures of everything they ordered, and I thanked them in advance for assisting my blog research.  Food-related research is a sorely underfunded field of study and any contributions to the “please don’t make Val order more than she can eat because there is no way her stomach is big enough for that” fund are very much appreciated.  Two floormates ordered the cream tea (6.30), one ordered a cheese scone with butter (2.20) and tea (2.50), and I ordered a decaf flat white (2.60) with a slice of coffee walnut cake (3.70).  I was going to get my scone to go and eat it for breakfast the next day.

Our tea came first, along with my flat white:


It was strong, a bit bitter, and fantastic.  Perhaps now I’d be capable of eating a Chelsea bun, but I had a slice of cake heading in my general direction, so I decided against ordering one.  I’ve had Fitzbillies’ hot chocolate before, and I liked it a lot.  It’s on the sweet side, a bit milky, but great to drink with a (lavender) shortbread cookie on the side.

Once the food arrived, my floormates had to wait a couple of minutes while I took pictures.  Many of them had not eaten breakfast.  It was nearing 12:30.  They were staring at scones.  I was waiting for my camera to turn on.  Have I mentioned how wonderful and patient my floormates are?  I should bake them some cookies (for more blog research, of course).


Fitzbillies Cheese Scone

The cheese scone!  I’m not one for savory scones, but my floormate was nice enough to let me try a bite, and it was pretty tasty.

Fitzbillies Cream Tea

If you’re going to go to Fitzbillies, do not be tempted by the afternoon tea.  The cream tea is a third of the price, and is comprised of the best parts of afternoon tea: the scone and clotted cream.  The raspberry jam is good too, but it’s easier to get good jam than good clotted cream.  Seriously, the scone, as delightful as it is, is essentially a vehicle for clotted cream.  One of my floormates (not at the table) told me that when she went to Fitzbillies and finished her scone, she just ate the clotted cream straight.  Respect.  Was this a whole paragraph on clotted cream?  Yes.  I have no shame.

Then came the coffee walnut cake:

Fitzbillies Coffee Walnut Cake

It looks pretty, and I wanted to like it so badly, but I couldn’t.  The icing had no discernible flavor (unless sugar is a flavor), and the cake itself was a bit dry (and also sweet).  It did not taste like coffee.  I know that there’s coffee cake that isn’t supposed to taste like coffee, but that you eat while drinking coffee, and then there’s coffee cake that’s supposed to have a coffee flavor to it.  I think this was supposed to be the latter.  Strike two on non-scone desserts, Fitzbillies.  Disappointed, I thought about the scone I would eat for breakfast the next day.  We finished eating and got the check.

But before we left, bathroom.  The Fitzbillies bathroom lacks handrails, but my rigid frame chair can just barely fit into the stall.  It’s a tight space, but I can manage.  People in powerchairs and people who need handrails will have a much harder time using the restroom.  That said, you might not want to drink the entire pot of tea while you’re at Fitzbillies unless you have a strong bladder or can race to the Grand Arcade (up the treacherous path of Pembroke Street) in time.  Alternatively, if you’re a Cambridge student, you might be able to use the bathroom in the Mill Lane Lecture Rooms (on Mill Lane and just a 2-3-minute wheel from Fitzbillies).  I’d fault them for not renovating the bathrooms well enough, but I’m not sure how much bathroom space they had to work with to start.

Before my floormates and I left, I bought my scone with cream and jam to go (3.10).  I’m very excited for breakfast tomorrow!


Entrances: There are two of them!  The entrance to the bakery is flat, the entrance to the coffee shop (where you’d get work done) has two steps.  The bakery with the flat entrance can lead to the coffee shop.
Bathroom: Not technically accessible, but a lightweight rigid frame wheelchair can fit into the stall.
Lighting: Excellent.
Counter: Perfect height to see pastries, scones, and Chelsea buns.
Coffee: Fabulous, Tea: Kandula, Hot Chocolate (not pictured): milky and delightful.
Pastries: Disappointing cake, amazing cream tea.
Other: Don’t bother with the afternoon tea.  Just get the cream tea.  Unless you adore sweet things.  Then get the Chelsea bun and a cup of coffee.  If I manage to smuggle scones and cream across the Atlantic, I’ll let you know.  Or not.  I think that would be illegal now that I think of it.  Drat.

For more information: http://www.fitzbillies.com/ (just a note, their site is currently under construction)

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