Nightmare On Bleecker Street

Well, last night was a little crazy. My roommate Double D and I went to the theater at around 6:00 for a 7:30 screening of Saw. By the time we got there, the line was already ridiculously long. Finally around 7:00, they started to let a select group of VIP guests with special passes in, but for the rest of us peons we still had to wait it out. It was now about 7:15 and we still haven’t moved yet, and by this time the natives were getting restless. A man behind us went to the front to see what the deal was and came back to report that they only had about 70 seats left and that there was still a ton of people ahead of us. And that everyone might as well just leave. Well of course everybody was telling everyone else that they might as well go home, but nobody left. Everyone was hoping for the people in front of them to leave but no one was fooled and they weren't going to fall for that little trick. Now it is about 7:45 and people are really beginning to get upset and I guess enough of them bugged the guard at the door enough that he just flung it open and told them to go for it and every man for himself. Problem was there were more people than seats. So everyone, including myself started to run up the escalator towards the theater to find a seat. But the manager had somehow charged up to the top and forced everyone back down. And this is when the near riot broke out. People were cussing, yelling and hollering. They wanted a free pass or some kind of compensation for having to wait so long without being told that the theater was already full. Part of me wanted something too, but part of me was saying – people get a grip. The promoters never promised that everyone would get in. Imagine that, people nearly killing each other going to see a movie with a lot of killing in it. Hmmm…maybe these people shouldn’t be going to see these types of movies, how about catching Shark Tale instead people– just my humble opinion of course.

Dejected, my roommate and I decided to go to this little place in the West Village on Bleecker St. called Magnolia Bakery. For those of you who haven’t heard of this place, they are famous for, of all things - cupcakes – they are like the Rolls-Royce of cupcakes. This bakery was already popular but became a New York institution when it made it onto an episode of "Sex In The City".

So anyway, when we got there – we walked into another frenzied riot like atmosphere like something out of a movie. Only a few things scarier than yuppies on a sugar fix, I tell you. People were all over the place grabbing all sorts of cupcakes already on the tables and counters. They are so popular that there is a one dozen limit for everyone. And each cupcake was $2.00 - that’s right $2.00, kinda pricey in my opinion. The way people were acting, you would have thought the bakery was giving everyone $2.00 for every cupcake they wanted instead of the other way around. For that price, I thought they would be like the size of grapefruits and if not, at least the size of a muffin. But they were just the normal standard sized cupcakes. I paid for mine and had to fight my way out of the store so that I could enjoy my little treat. Two bites and ten seconds later, I had to say, I was pretty dang disappointed - I thought they were just okay. The frosting was good, but the cake was very dry – I would have thought it would have been more moist. Funny thing was, as I was saying this to myself, a guy next to me finished his and said to his girlfriend/wife – "hmmm…I thought the cupcake would have been a little more moist." The whole night was kinda crazy. Amazing what a bloody movie or the need for sugar will do to some folks. Well - have a safe and Happy Halloween.