Creamy and frothy hot chocolate. The chocolate melts in 3-5 minutes with constant stirring.
Pop Bar, an ice cream shop in Greenwich Village, gets ready to make a sell this winter by offering a hot drink addition in its usual 'handcrafted gelato on a stick' menu.
The store serves hot chocolate drink on a stick for less than $5 each. The idea is to melt a bar of chocolate, which is given separately, in a frothy and steaming cup of milk. The options are regular, dark and white chocolates.
I ordered the dark variety and once melted, the drink is just the right sweetness and very creamy! Recommended for those looking for something more than the usual hot choco drink. Definitely a no-no for dieters.
Pop Bar website
Earlier, in a rain-drenched and chilly New York, I got lost in the creative strumming of a Japanese guitarist at West 4th station. I don't know why I easily fall victim to wonderful and romantic tunes. I was enraptured…I was in a standstill. People were rushing as usual, oblivious of my languid state. As the melodies of Fly Me to the Moon, Moonriver and What a Wonderful World filled the entire station with wonderful music, I didn't notice that I missed two trains. I didn't care...I just had to savor every tune and feeling evoked by the songs.
I fished in my pocket and gave Kishi, that's the artist's name, my last cash for the day. It could have been a good drink at a bar that can fill me with intoxicating gladness, yet I know deep inside that I wouldn't be needing anything else now but this wonderful feeling of elation. So I left smiling and glad to have fed my heart to the brim—again.
In the City where open fields of flowers are hard to come by, the closest thing I can do in substitute to 'stopping to smell the flowers' is this...appreciating pockets of beauty anywhere as it presents itself, may it be in a grimy and old subway stop in downtown Manhattan.
My mission: have her smile
No, she isn't a beauty queen. Her name just happens to be Miss America, and the title Miss attributed to the fact that she is still very single (or so I heard). It was unconfirmed for weeks until I saw her wear an employee tag boldly inscribed with Miss America.
Miss America is a portly lady who is my daily deli breakfast attendant. If one is familiar to Frances Hodgson Burnett's Princess Sarah's school mistress-antagonist in the novel and TV series of the same name, I say she is a New York version of Ms. Minchin . She doesn't smile, takes orders without looking at customers and dispenses her job like she'll be happier somewhere else. Whenever I come in and screech the longest Ms. Americaaaaa my lungs would allow, she attends to me curiously and gives me a stare that may be the frugal beginnings of a smile. A work in progress. And somehow it makes my day.
(After two weeks)
With my usual verve and smile I only reserve for the likes of Miss America, I came to the counter ordering a cinnamon bagel sliced in four and she said, 'We don't want to that because it is unhygienic'. Although puzzled how slicing a bagel can be unclean, I merely nodded. Then next I asked for a large iced tea with no sugar and lemon, just 2 percent milk. She said she will charge me extra for the milk. I begged and said it should be free like in all delis. She argued that it isn't normal to put milk on iced teas, the reason for the extra-charge. My shoulder drooped in resignation, adding milk for the office to my grocery list. Miss America probably sensing my frustration, couldn't care less. She gave me her signature lazy frown.
Well, some progress. From an upside down perspective that looked like an inverted smile.
***This was my creative letter of complaint to Miss America's Regional Manager. ***