Oh Yeah...

I told you all about our fabulous weekend in New York City, but I left off the part about the appendage to our trip, which happened as soon as we decided to drive through the Lincoln Tunnel, into the land of Hoboken, New Jersey.  It was dark, and they had this whole section of street closed off as soon as we exited the tunnel, which suddenly made me feel like I might as well have been on a Los Angeles Freeway, because of the speed at which we were NOT traveling.  But we had a plan.  And with bakery treats on the line, there was to be no veering from the plan.

You may or may not have heard of The Cake Boss.

If you are not a surfer of channels like TLC, then you probably don't have any idea what the boss of cakes is all about.  I can tell you that my 12 year old daughter is a dedicated follower of  The Cake Boss (as much as you can be, when there is no television on during the week, and you have to hurry to watch as many on-demand shows as you can on Friday night and/or Saturday to find out what's been going on in the world of confections).  So imagine her great excitement when I suggested a foray to Carlos' Bakery, where it all happens.  We had plenty to think about on our drive to the city, since we got caught in a freakishly localized Connecticut blizzard, and it took us two hours to drive three miles in white-out conditions.  We wondered how much of a drive-off-the-beaten-path the bakery might be, so we had Mr. Dub google it from the safety of our home computer while we sang along to the Wicked soundtrack and some Ingrid Michaelson, just to mix things up.  Much to our delight, we found out it was just a 13-minute drive from the Gershwin.  Huzzah!

It probably took us double the time to get there, but I knew the happiness of my traveling buddy was on the line, so I didn't mind one bit.  Not even when I had to buy a stale pack of gum in a seedy convenience store to get coins for the parking meter.  And see that guy in the doorway?

I found out that he wasn't just blocking the entrance.

He was holding the door for pedestrian traffic, and handing out numbers.

Can you spot that number 61 on the back wall?

We got number 73, and waited about 40 minutes to get our goods.

It looks pretty low-profile from the outside, but I'm telling you that the people inside the bakery were just as excited to be there as we were, and they meant business, when it came to making their selections.

It also meant that we had plenty of time to gaze into the cases and decide what we wanted.

We brought home some cannolis, some lobster tails and an assortment of delicious cupcakes and pastries.  We also decided not to bring up the part about the prices.

WOW.

Sometimes you just don't put a price on ADVENTURE!

And let me tell you, our car seemed to have this magnetic storm locator in it somewhere, that just invited the next freakishly local Connecticut blizzard to hone in on us, because it took us seven hours to get home (instead of just over three).  Plus, driving 24 mph on I-91 and I-84 in white-out conditions through Hartford is definitely an adventure.  

God bless Sonic in its new, central Connecticut location.