We stumbled upon Black Hound tonight in the East Village, just as the snow was starting to lay. I had trouble deciding what to buy. A little cake, perhaps? That’s what my daughter got.
A little fruit tart? I brought one home for my other daughter.
Some savory pastries?
A mini-apple pie?
My husband got a rum ball. And I finally settled on a checker-ball,
because I knew that when I got it home and cut it in half, it would look like this:Category: Food