cake makes the day better

Yesterday, Irene and I had a pretty packed afternoon and evening. We had made plans to see a play in midtown, but it was sold out. So we decided to go see God's Ear at the Vineyard instead. We had a little time to kill before we had to be there for the student rush, so we sat in a computer lab plotting out our graduation party (as both her and I are finishing up our undergraduate careers this semester), comparing profiles on Facebook, and debating whether or not the new Justin/Madonna song is any good.

Around 5pm we were getting hungry and thought we'd go get a pot of tea and food at Alice's. Irene noticed some police cars and ambulances through a window that overlook the intersection my school is near. With concern, she asked what happened. I told her the pope did. He was in the neighborhood for something and we couldn't get to the tea shop (stupid pope, getting in the way of my darjeeling oolong). We eventually made it out alive.

Cut to Union Square. We got our tickets, we went to the bank, then we went to scrounge for dinner. After walking into Whole Foods and seeing the 20 mile long line, I said that we should go to Chat n Chew. Irene had never been there before. Burger and Thanksgiving on a roll for dinner and "bananaramalicious" for desert. Irene explained to me that it was a banana cake. What? Like banana pie? Like banana bread? Like, what the hell? I was game and we shared a slice.

Of course, what kind of blogger would I be if I didn't take pictures with my piddly 1.0 pixel camera phone.

Mmmm. Looks good so far.

It's like cake porn.

Don't you just want to pound that thing from behind?

Anyway, it lived up to it's name. Irene and I agreed it tasted like bananas, it was licious, and it had the right amount of rama in it too. It was pretty good. So good, in fact, that we beat the shit out of it and left it on the side of the road for the vultures to pick at.

Oh, and by the way, the show was good too.