Oh, Stohrer

I miss you.

You and your gorgeous, historic interior.

And chocolaty, flaky eclairs and tarts.

Your fruity works of art.

And gateaux individuels, which are just...

... better than anything I could ever dream up.

Stohrer. Beautiful history.

Wee & sweet finale at Lincoln

Saturday was one of those "I love New York" days. Unseasonably warm. The Union Square greenmarket was filled with pumpkins, sunflowers, and bees buzzing around the sweet-smelling Concord grapes. I had a date with a good friend to see the Palm d'Or-winning French film, Amour, at the New York Film Festival. And we met for a pre-matinee brunch at Lincoln.

  

Elegant but leisurely, it was one of the best restaurant experiences I've had in a long time. The glass walls brought the energy from Lincoln Center inside, though it remained impossibly serene. Every detail, from the pour of the olive oil to the shape of the sugar spoon to the shavings of ricotta, was exquisite. And the petit plate of treats—caramels, truffles, biscotti and butter cookies—that came at the end of the meal was all I needed to make me a very happy girl.

Lincoln

142 West 65th Street

Georgetown Cupcakes

Ahh, cupcakes.

Get a little closer.

Ten years into the mad trend, and it's still not old. Not to me.

Chocolate and vanilla. Vanilla and chocolate. Plus Georgetown's decadent flavors like honey banana, cinnamon and chocolate mint.

Mom and I got red velvet and toffee crunch.

One better than the other.

Georgetown Cupcakes
111 Mercer Street

Ode to One Girl Cookies

A little spot of magic in Cobble Hill.

Don't you just want to be there now?


One Girl Cookies
68 Dean Street, Brooklyn

Big and Dough-y

There was plenty of eatin’ at Smorgasburg this Saturday.

Walnut chicken bruschetta.

The “Bamberg”: a parsley and panko breadcrumbed chicken sandwich with pickled cucumbers and daikon and spicy dijon mustard on a pretzel roll. Delicious.

Even some sweets like Brown Butter Salty and Oat Chocolate Chunk cookies from The Good Batch.

But it was all about the doughnuts.

I’ve long heard about Dough (“We fry in Bed-Stuy”) and wanted to try their doughnuts.

 Saturday was my chance. I had two eating partners.

From all the amazing flavors (Blood orange! Dulce de leche!), we chose café au lait...

... and hibiscus.

Giant. Dense and doughy. Sweet and perfectly pitched.

Smorgasburg was dreamy. But the doughnuts were to die for.

Sugar (& Sugar) & Plumm

New York just keeps giving. Candy. Chocolate. Pastries. Ice cream masterpieces. What do you want? What are you waiting for? Whatever it is, get yourself to Sugar & Plumm and dig in!

Pick up some baked goods (those cupcakes have pastry chef Pichet Ong’s signature all over them—yum!)…

… or take some divine desserts to go (have you ever seen such a seductive carrot cake?).

 Or you can opt for chocolates, from French chocolatier Thierry Atlan…

… and packaged bits and candy by the ounce (c’est dangeroux!).

The boutique-restaurant has a fun vibe. The David Rockwell interior is peppy and informal, and moms can walk around with wine while the rugrats annihilate gummies and sundaes.

It’s the kind of place you have to revisit again and again to sample all the delicious chocolaty, creamy, sugary offerings.

Sugar & Plumm 

377 Amsterdam Avenue