Just this past Friday, I managed to squeeze in a rare girls' night out, taking advantage of Bar 13's happy hour specials before embarking upon a evening of unmitigated gluttony.
More exciting than the Italian sausage hero I indulged in from a street vendor in the Union Square area, or even the Nachos Supreme I ordered at Bar 89 (love the restrooms), was the spread at Max Brenner's Chocolate By the Bald Man.
In addition to the Mediterranean dish I ordered, mainly to convince myself that I was being "healthy," we got ourselves two sharing platters. One was a fondue platter with heated pots of dark chocolate, milk chocolate, and caramel, paired with bowls of bananas, strawberries, marshmallows, and banana bread. The other platter included a bowl of chocolate-drenched ice cream, a bowl of chocolate-drenched whipped cream, chocolate-drenched bananas on a waffle, and two beakers of pure heaven: one with drinkable milk chocolate, the other with drinkable milk chocolate & pop rocks.
People. Why have I never gone to Max Brenner's before?
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