Marry me, Milk Bar

After much thought, I have decided that when I die I would like my casket to be filled with the cereal milk soft serve from Momofuku’s Milk Bar, similar to how the ancient Egyptians were buried with treasures to take with them into the after life. This Corn Flake-flavored goo gold will make me far happier than money or bling, and will be much cheaper to obtain… so go ahead and throw in some Compost cookies (pretzels, potato chips, coffee, oats, butterscotch, and chocolate chips in delicious disc form) on top. Thanks in advance.

For a while I avoided the Milk Bar, worried its simple in theory but complex in taste delights would cost as much as they’re worth. But, alas! Cookies including the aforementioned Compost, or Blueberries & Cream, or the Chocolate-Chocolate cookie that pretty much ruined every other cookie I’ll ever eat for the rest of my life are all 3 for $5. Cake truffles like Apple Pie Cake (cheesecake filling, apple compote, pie crumbs) or Birthday Cake (rainbow cake crumble, sprinkles, vanilla frosting) are 3 for $4. The priciest are the pies at $5.25, likely because they are a dense brick of all things awesome in this world, most famous being the Crack Pie which is seriously just a shit ton of butter and an oat crust. Paula Dean would be proud. And then maybe have a heart attack.

Stumptown coffee, beer and even savory snacks from the Ssam Bar next door are offered as well, but I personally believe those just take up space that should be filled with as many of the desserts as possible.

Momofuku Milk Bar
207 2nd Avenue, Side Entrance (at 13th Street)
[East Village]
15 West 56th Street (btn 5th and 6th Avenues)
[Midtown]

Photo Credit: Snackish.com

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Jill Strominger - Budget Baller

Jill is an Ohio native and Boston University graduate who refuses to stop saying "pop" and wearing her Red Sox gear despite being heckled for doing so since moving to Brooklyn. She's been honing her thrifty ways since doing that silly thing people talk about when they ignore reason to follow their hearts and chose a career in the fulfilling but faltering music industry. She earns her beer money as a publicist and writer, and spends her spare time cooking, biking, and trying to decide if she's ready to get a cat.

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