On 22nd street and ninth avenue lies a tiny little secret that bursts with frosting. I actually have considered apartments in the area mainly so I could be walking distance from this bliss. While the neighborhood is a little out of my price range for now, mark my blogging words I will live in west Chelsea one day in an adorable apartment filled with hand painted coffee mugs, book cases covering my living room wall, & coffee table books on Paris. But for now, on this cloudy Friday morning I come downtown on my own. Billys Bakery is a place I send everyone to. When I used to live in Hells Kitchen (which is near Times Square), I always found myself talking to tourists. When they would ask me for a “local spot” to discover I sent them to Billys. “Best cupcake & coffee you can ask for” I’d say. Billy doesn’t even know just how much I really promote him. It’s kind of like a secret crush where I am too embarrassed to admit just how in love I am. But everyone who is my friend will get sent to Billys at one time or another. My advice, don’t go at night. The line is out the door with people who have figured out the secret as well. I go at 9am, when there is still a morning shadow on the sidewalk & the quiet streets of West Chelsea only host those walking their dogs or heading to work. It is lovely, and I always get my seat in the old fashioned booth at this time. My time spent at Billys on these mornings always make me think about how cupcakes are definitely one of my “things”.
Everyone has their “thing”. And by “thing” I mean the thing you love that is supposed to be “bad”, but to you it is so good. Examples of “things” include gambling, alcohol, smoking, macaroni and cheese, or eating pints of Ben and Jerrys while watching black and white films on AMC. (Just guessing). I for one, have reached the point where I finally feel comfortable admitting my vices. I am comfortable not only admitting them, but embracing them as well. I don’t smoke, I don’t do drugs, & I eat (relatively) healthy most of the time. I also exercise. So if I want to indulge in coffee, wine, and cheese… I’m going to.
What makes me laugh about my indulgences is that they all seem to match up with a girl who may have grown up in Rome. I am part Italian, but with no influence from my family I ended up instinctively going for those three things. Wine, Cheese, & Coffee. How Italian of me. Quick side story: two years ago I went to a super bowl party. Now, a lady would assume you need to bring something to the party as a small thank you right? I brought a bottle of pinot noir, cheese, & crackers. Where did I think I was going? A book club meeting? This place was full of men who wanted nothing but burgers, beers, and broads (not my vocabulary, I just find it fitting here). And in I walk with red wine & cheese??? I know. But at least I am true to who I am. Besides, as a vegetarian you have to watch your back. You can not assume that every party you go to is going to have a spinach dip waiting for you, so you need to make sure you cover yourself. I had a great time at that party, and I also watched one (drunk) man flock to my cheese plate multiple times throughout the night. Hey, if you can save one, you’ve done your job right?
So now I feel that if you haven’t known me well in the past, you certainly do now. This is because you know my weaknesses. Wine, Cheese, Coffee,….& cupcakes :)
What little blessings those 4 things are.
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Peace. Love. & Pink Frosting.
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