New York City’s Sadelle’s is not your regular bagel joint. It is a well oiled machine operated by the folks at Major Food Group (guys behind Carbone, Santina, and a number of NYC favorites).
I repeat: this is not a place you just walk into because you’re hungover and need to fill your belly with dough. It is a place that requires the extra effort of checking your bank account ahead of time and making a reservation (as my sister did, that smart cookie!) or, alternatively, it is a place that offers a 30+ minute wait.
It was not the most educational museum I’ve ever been to but it was the yummiest! And that’s all that matters to me, anyway. You’ve seen Museum of Ice Cream on Instagram, I’m sure. Usher has popped in, Ariana Grande too. Even Seth Rogan made an appearance.
The Museum of Ice Cream is a seriously photogenic ice-cream centric experience full of props and backgrounds ready to make you the star of any photo. The first New York City based instalment of the pop-up museum has come to an end but it will certainly be back and I want you to be ready.
Here’s a shot list to keep in mind:
Pop Culture has taught me that people undergoing a quarter life crisis do things like: 1) quit their job to travel the world alone, 2) buy an outrages car that they cannot afford, 3) get a boob job.
Maybe it’s because I’m turning 28 this, not 25 but my (super-late) quarter life crisis was different. I wore pigtails to a cafe and ordered cake for breakfast. Both of those things done separately would have been fine, obviously, but experiencing both of them together was terrifying.
The waitress came over holding my red and white ricotta hotcakes I swear she looked at my hair and feel into a stupor. Confusion set in. She might have been expecting a 12 year old.
The thing is, I’ve been to The Old Milk Bar before. I ordered matcha hotcakes, which quickly became my Favortie Pancakes of all Time. They looked normal. Sure, they were green, but they were just two fluffy pillows stacked on top of each other. This weekend we went back for them but they had vanished from the menu. The hotcakes that replaced them were different. They were red, yes, but they weren’t just two red fluffy pillows stacked on top of each other, they were topped with white chocolate strawberry sauce and stabbed by a stick of marshmallows.
It was a like a surprise party! I should have packed candles in my backpack. The hotcakes were so good all I could do was take my pigtails out and devour them.
I don’t regret a thing and will be back with a vengeance. Maybe the next hotcakes will be pink and I can dye my hair to match them. That’s definitely something a 13 year old would do!
The Old Milk Bar
144 Dundas St, Thornbury VIC 3071
(03) 9043 6227
Some things in life are worth standing in line for: Lune Croissants, for example. Raffle tickets to Book of Mormon (won twice, thank you very much!). Getting your copy of ‘Me Talk Pretty One Day’ signed by David Sedaris who instead charged me a dollar for saying how AWESOME he was. Long story but, word to the wise, never say AWESOME in front of David Sedaris .
Most recently, I waited in line to have dinner at Shanghai Street in Melbourne’s CBD. We had a group of 7; Each person carrying their 6 pack of VB around the city. We thought we had reserved a table somewhere else that was BYO, you see. But we hadn’t. Instead of freaking out my friend Ben took the 1,345th spot in line at Shanghai Street.