So since the recession kicked in
(Though I was broke long before that...)
nothing makes my poor little heart happier
than Balthazar's Bakery.
I know what you're thinking what does food have to do with fixing one's economic status? ...Well nothing at all actually. But nothing takes my mind off of depressing shit quite like their
sugar-laden treats.
So gratifying are these delicacies and so frequent are my boughts of depression, that I've become a regular at Balthazar's Bakery. The entire staff and I are on a first name basis, they know exactly what I order (Small Vanilla tea w/ 2 cubes of ice and a Banana Pecan doughnut, Please), and they also occaisonally look out toss an extra goody or two in my bag.
The benches outside of Heaven, I mean Balthazar. Banana Pecan Doughnut!!
God Bless Them!
So for this issue of food porn, I had to do Balthy's justice. I couldn't simply post a picture without a brief summary of this splendid love affair. Balthazar's know how to treat a lady: Give her something to sip on, shower her with sweets and make her forget all about her troubles.
And for this reason and so many more, Balthazar's gets
the Food Porn Big O for its Orgy of epicurious pleasures.
FOOD IS THE NEW PORN!
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