Between Thursday's Turkish dinner and Saturday's German lunch and snacks, Jon and I are turning Manhattan into our very own Epcot Center. Who needs a passport when sneakers will do?
First stop: Glaser's Bake Shop, which--as Jon and I learned from Francine Segan's talk on the history of cookies--claims to have invented the black & white cookie like 100 years ago. As I've said before, I'm no fan of the b & w. Jon is, though, and he says this is the best b & w cookie he's ever had. We also picked up some Christmas and Hanukkah cookies. 'Tis the season, you know!
Jon's like my grandfather John: each could strike up a conversation with anybody--and talk for hours. Add puppies to the mix and forget about it. As we we're leaving Glasers, Jon and a woman who lived on the block started talking as they played with a pair of terriers parked outside the bakery. The woman said that only Glaser's and two other establishments remain from when Yorkville was a German neighborhood. So that did it. We had our theme for Saturday's walk. Next stop: Heidelberg for some schnitzel, spaetzle, and--for me--nonalcholic beer. (Query: Who would drink beer for the taste alone?)
Final stop: Schaller & Weber for some pretzels, chocolates, and marzipan pigs. Yeah...I'm not a fan of the marzipan. I should have gotten two packs of pretzels. Or some sausages!