If you love Rice Pudding, this is your heaven, your nirvana, your soulmate.
If you don't love Rice Pudding, be prepared to be converted.
I can never find this place though. Take a map. Write down the address. Because I can only find this place, if I'm not looking for it. It's kinda like some quantum fluctuation thing. As soon as I try to pinpoint it, it disappears. If I let go and go zen... well, that doesn't always work either. Just write down the address and bring a map.
They have dozens and dozens of flavors that you never thought could ever be imagine. They come in these cool bowls and spoons that you get to keep. And...
… it's just pure creamy blissful joy!
My favorite: Marscapone with sun-dried cherries (yep, that exists!)
Going here with a copy of Aphrodite by Isabelle Allende in hand and reading her rice pudding dream, then you get the idea of this place.
With flavors like "Cinnamon Sling", "Chocolate Chip Flirt", "Coconut Coma", "Fluent In French Toast", "Category 5 Caramel", "Take Me To Tiramisu" and "Sex Drugs and Rocky Road"... blissing out is your only option.
(Soon after I discovered the place 7 or 8 years ago, I found out that the owners were caught for running the biggest gambling ring in the Northeast. Me and the friend who I ran into this place with were wondering how such a place could possible make enough money to survive and we felt like that mystery was solved. A gambling ring to rival Al Capone. But it's still there, even if I can't locate it. It is still there.)
37 Spring Street (Nolita – North of Little Italy and East of Soho)
(There's also one of the best middle eastern food I ever ate nearby, but I never found it again... somewhere on Lafayette Street on a triangle corner. My personal bermuda triangle.)
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