Artichoke and Led Zeppole
At this point of writing about my noms in New York City I’m starting to realize I had a lot to eat that day. And it didn’t stop after Cowgirl Hall of Fame; after our set at Irving Plaza Matt, I and our friends Kurt, Molly, and Noah went to Artichoke, which has become a favorite pizza spot of mine.
Artichoke only has three types of slices: margerita, spinach artichoke and crab. Crab goes fast and Matt and Noah got the last two slices! But my buddy Noah is a true friend and let me have the last slice. Thanks Noah! You can’t really see the crab in that picture but it’s there and it’s good. Really good. I also had a slice of spinach artichoke, which has to be their most popular slice based on how retardedly good it is. It was so good I forgot to take a picture before I devoured it.
But even this wasn’t the end of my gorging for the day. After our gourmet pizza feast we went two doors down to the Artichoke owner’s dessert shop Led Zeppole. The last thing I needed on this epic day of feasting was lots of fried desserts and that’s exactly what I got.
I started off with this mini cannoli that had walnuts of one end and choco chips on the other. Delicious and gone in two bites.
Next up was a bite of Noah’s zeppole, which is basically just fried dough topped with powdered sugar and maple syrup. Nothing fancy, but I could see something like this turning into a guilty pleasure.
Kurt gave me one of his fried Oreos. Let’s just say if you’re American and haven’t had a fried Oreo than you need to be questioning your patriotism.
After all that I concluded one of the best/worst eating days of my life with a nice cream puff. It was simple, delicious and not at all conducive to a cardiac arrest. Not at all.
That’s it. I swear. This is where the food stopped. I passed out in my bunk not long after and dreamt of swimming through seas of endless batter, pizza and bacon-wrapped hot dogs. In retrospect that sounds like a nightmare.
