In order for you to fully grasp the severity of the anxiety running throughout this adventure, you will need to know a little bit about how my brain operates. Time is my arch nemesis. I hate the thought of wasting time so much that I’ve actually become the supreme authority on time wasting. In order to avoid wasting time, I will waste time. It’s completely unintentional and purely done out of anxiety, nonetheless, it happens.
Okay, now that you know this about me, I can go into my story. Monday, May 18th, 2015 was another day of action packed food adventures. I had a timeframe to complete my daily tasks, and for some reason, felt like I had days and days to accomplish this. I was supposed to take a 5:16pm train from Grand Central that evening, which was my ultimate deadline for goal completion. I also had to pick up my Cookie Dō order after 3pm (Cookie Dō will be discussed at a later date, but it is YUMMY). With those time constraints, I began trying to plan my afternoon adventure. I must have been in one of those indecisive moods, also known as, how Jamie is at all times, because I couldn’t figure out where I wanted to go and what I wanted to eat. I was weighing the options of geographical convenience to food deliciousness to time saving destinations and just couldn’t make a decision. To clarify, I’m not just talking about sitting in my apartment for a half hour trying to decide where to go. I legitimately mean being at home from about 1:15pm to 3:30pm thinking of where I wanted to eat. Please keep in mind, at 3:30pm I have still not picked up my Cookie Dō and need to catch a 5:16pm train.
Finally, I think SCREW IT and decide to go where my stomach is telling me to go,… Gansevoort Market. Yes, that is in The Meatpacking District on Gansevoort Street. Yes, I know that is in the complete opposite direction of Grand Central Station. Yes, I am well aware that at 3:30pm taking a trip downtown on the west side and then having to make it back across town about 30 blocks North is more than likely impossible to complete in less than two hours. Yes, I did remember that I had to stop off to pick up my Cookie Dō in Murray Hill on 2nd Avenue before getting on the train. Yes, I know I’m an idiot!
I leave my apartment and begin looking for a cab on 6th Avenue. I had to walk 5 blocks South to find one. I was sweating. At approximately 4:15pm I get to Gansevoort Market and head straight to the two main vendors I wanted to hit, The Bruffin Cafe and M’o Gelato. First I pick up a “Cakie” at The Bruffin Cafe. A “cakie” is basically a combination of a cookie and a cake. It looks like a cookie on the outside, but the inside is soft and cake-like. Basically, it is a palm sized birthday cake covered in rainbow sprinkle delight. Then I went to M’o Gelato for a famous Hot Gelato Panino. Here’s how this works. Take a super amazing brioche bun and slice it in half. Scoop on your favorite gelato flavor, I chose dark chocolate. Put the top of the bun back on and heat that baby up! Add a little powdered sugar on top and you can die happy. I grabbed about 1,000 napkins and found an empty seat at a table to quickly devour my panino before the clock ran out. Time check: 4:28pm when I sit down to eat. I am shoving this deliciousness into my face, loving every second of it regardless of the amount of chocolate dripping down my chin or the spots of powdered sugar on my black sweatshirt, black leggings, and in my pony tail. As soon as I finish the WHOLE thing, I practically run outside to start looking for a cab to take me up and over to the East side. I find one on 15th Street and 9th Avenue and check my watch, 4:46pm. That gave me exactly a half hour to pick up my Cookie Dō and get on the train.
Guess what?! I get to the corner of 3rd Avenue and 41st Street at exactly 5:02pm, which is when I called my Dad to let him know that I was on my way to Grand Central and would be on the 5:16pm train so that he could pick me up on time. This was an actual race against the clock and although some magical force in the universe allowed me to make it to the train on time, I don’t recommend attempting this on your own.
In order for you to fully grasp the severity of the anxiety running throughout this adventure, you will need to know a little bit about how my brain operates. Time is my arch nemesis. I hate the thought of wasting time so much that I’ve actually become the supreme authority on time wasting. In order to avoid wasting time, I will waste time. It’s completely unintentional and purely done out of anxiety, nonetheless, it happens.
Then I went to M’o Gelato for a famous Hot Gelato Panino. Here’s how this works. Take a super amazing brioche bun and slice it in half. Scoop on your favorite gelato flavor, I chose dark chocolate. Put the top of the bun back on and heat that baby up! Add a little powdered sugar on top and you can die happy. I grabbed about 1,000 napkins and found an empty seat at a table to quickly devour my panino before the clock ran out. Time check: 4:28pm when I sit down to eat. I am shoving this deliciousness into my face, loving every second of it regardless of the amount of chocolate dripping down my chin or the spots of powdered sugar on my black sweatshirt, black leggings, and in my pony tail. As soon as I finish the WHOLE thing, I practically run outside to start looking for a cab to take me up and over to the East side. I find one on 15th Street and 9th Avenue and check my watch, 4:46pm. That gave me exactly a half hour to pick up my Cookie Dō and get on the train.
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