My friend Amy had introduced me to Kee’s chocolates in Soho, and during a recent visit to NYC I took my daughter there. I felt it was my parental duty; all children should be exposed to the wonder of Kee’s. Maybe higher on the list than the Statue of Liberty. Certainly above The Lion King.
In the tiny shop was a person who has now assumed a place in our personal history: The Man In The Orange T-shirt, our sweet tooth superhero. Within five minutes of our entry, he’d laid out for us a list of the essential sugar-craver’s hot spots in NYC, starting, of course with Kee’s, which he said was the best chocolate in the world. (“Not in New York, in the world!”) Having thus established his credibility, he went on to direct us to the best ice cream (Sundaes and Cones), cupcakes (Butter Lane), and cake (Lady M).
He compressed all this info into a short, loud, breathy speech, and then graciously shot out the door, powered by Kee’s, presumably to mount his superbike and speed off to the next sugar trough.
We were spinning with precious info, which we recorded on a notepad. Then we focused on the task at hand. (Elizabeth had the dark chocolate, I had the white with pistachios.) While we reflected on the gorgeous perfection of what we were eating, we resolved to knock at least one other recommendation off The Man’s list before nightfall.
When we got to Sundaes and Cones, the line snaked out the door into the hot night, validating the judgement ofThe Man In The Orange T-shirt. But we were short on patience. We left empty-handed, but we’ll go back. Then it’s on to Butter Lane.