I’ve been going to Chelsea Market for ages, and by “ages” I mean since I was in high school. Home to Food Network production studios and a handful of other media companies, you’d be surprised I’ve never actually seen a Food Network personality in all the times I’ve been to Chelsea Market. I’ve seen them elsewhere around the city, but never in Chelsea Market. Anyways, I recently spent an early morning there with my sister and I was pleased to find Chelsea Market as open and familiar as always.
Our first stop was Eleni’s, which is my most recent obsession. I always thought that they were kind of overpriced, but now I’m pretty quick to plunk down $4 for my ideal “with tea” cookie – plus, they’re always wonderfully decorated!
Next stop was Amy’s. Oh how I love Amy’s – and probably always will. Amy’s can do no wrong in my book, and if they do I usually chalk it up to the rule of probability. I forgot what I ordered, but I’m sure it was delicious.
An arch of lights! Very pretty and whimsical – well done Chelsea Market!
Next! Chelsea Market Baskets Emporium where we took a dozen blurry pictures of fancy hot cocoa, bought the worst tasting champagne truffle ever (at least it was cheap), and took pictures of random objects like proper tourists would. Good times, good times.
We also swung by that Italian goods place where I couldn’t tell if everything was really rare and limited supply and therefore special or if they were just old products and we were being duped into thinking that we were in the mothership of imported Italian stuff. Either way, I’d love to go back. I can never resist the allure of anything Italian. Welllll, that’s not true but this isn’t a post about politics.
I finally, finally, got around to stopping by Liddabit Sweet’s. Yup, that’s right, four years late and a dollar short – that’s me! They are as good and friendly as the zillion articles and posts about them suggest, my sister is dying to try every bar they can come up with and I’ll be happy to join her.
We finally ended our morning when Fat Witch opened their just cleaned doors to the public at 9am. We know that their doors were just cleaned because we faceplanted on the other side while waiting for them to open the doors to brownie goodness. We were not disappointed and the lady behind the counter wasn’t either – we really were just as crazy about her brownies as we looked.
P.S. Just kidding about all that faceplanting stuff, we usually act like George in the soup nazi’s shop when ordering. All respect, not a dwindling hair out of place. What? Whaddya mean NO BREAD?!