I mean, how could I pass them up after seeing this sign on the door of City Girl Café?
But I surprised myself; I didn’t get a “homemad” Valrhona brownie, even though they looked so fudgy and decadent and insanely delicious.
Because I saw the peanut butter balls.
Peanut butter balls?? “They’re like peanut butter cups, only more delectable,” the thoughtful barista told me. Sold. I plunked down my $2.50 for this seemingly small morsel of thick, gritty peanut butter covered in dark chocolate and bits of peanut. It was the snack that kept on giving: bite after bite of rich, savory, stick-to-your-molars chocolaty goodness.
Next time, I have to try the in-demand brownies. But the peanut butter balls will be hard to pass up.
63 Thompson Street b/w Spring and Broome