Who’s your boss?

The "Path" to Hoboken NJ

The next portion of our NYC journey takes us to Hoboken NJ to Mr. Cake Boss himself.

TLC’s Cake Boss is one of the kid’s favorite shows.  I believe Buddy fills the extreme baking void that I, the non-baker mom, have left in their lives.  I am rather thankful for his presence in our home and do not harbor any feelings of resentment or jealously even when the kids respond “Mom, how’come your cakes never turn out like that?”  I can easily reply “Ah, because you see, he creates works of art that could be displayed in a museum!”  How can Mrs. No Bake Pavlov compete with that?  I can’t.  That’s the beauty.

It was a no brainer that Mr. Cake Man would be elevated to a high priority level of must see attractions.  But common sense (I seem extremely gifted in this area) told me that we would not be the only cake crazed fans of Mr. Fabulous so I did my research…..research that informed me of the crazy crowds, long lines and baked goods that didn’t quite measure up as expected.  GREAT.

We do for our kids and do we did.  My research informed me:

  1.  Tuesdays are the slowest day of the week
  2. Get there early
  3. Be prepared to wait
  4. Expect rudeness
  5. The baked goods are so-so
  6. People are crazy

After a little travel confusion we arrived at 11:30AM…later that desired.  The line was already a half of a block long and growing.  We secured a spot and within a mere 10 minutes the line grew two blocks and spilled across the street!

A conveniently located clock across the street to make one painfully aware of the agonizing wait.

 As you can see from the clock above we were in line (Outside) for 1 hour and 30 minutes before we ever reached indoor heat.  THEN we had a 30 minute wait inside.  We only had to move a 1/2 block.  The people across the street?  Their wait was 3 1/2 to 4hours before their skin felt indoor warmth.  Ouch. 

For those of you who know Mr. Pavlov and me you know that we don’t do lines.  This was the mother of all lines and a total labor of love for our precious darlings.  I’m quite confident that we will cash in on this sacrifice for many years to come whenever our offspring dare utter “We don’t get to do anything!!” I will simply grin, tympanic membrane to tympanic membrane, and respond “Ahem….remember the 2 hour wait in line in the freezing cold?”   

While I did not get a photo of the actual length of the line (My brain was somewhat hypothermic and sluggish) here are a few of our line frolicking.

I cant feel my fingers!

The crazy "adults"

"Look whats above my head!" Mr. Pavlov is in touch with his inner child.

This gives a whole new meaning to window shopping Weve reached the window!!! Almost there now....

 Once inside you were given a number and got to experience more waiting.  Dos is oh so excitedly (not) showing that we are #13.  After the counter reaches 100 it cycles back to #1.  We have a number journey to go.

Im kinda done with this.

The view from inside looked like this:

How many humans can you heard in a small shop?

Other voyeurs

In possession of the goods

 While Buddy was hiding for his life we did get to see a special baker…

I got my eye on yous psycho fans!

 Psycho fans we almost became when after enduring the elements, mankind and Kronos, we were callously informed that they only had a single – one – uno – solo- Lobster Tail left!!!!  We wanted 5.  What famous bakery runs out of popular items??? I wanted to take the roll of baking string which, was directly above me and bungee jump from the employee’s neck but instead I forced a smile and took the last Lobster tail along with these:

A lobster tail in a world of Neapolitans

C is for Cannolis

We left the lair of Cake Boss and discovered Mexico. Starvation was in full effect and Mexico looked like a great place to stuff our faces.  This line-free place rocked my taco world!  My taste buds were in culinary heaven. 

Mexico and lunch

 Now what everyone was waiting for….dessert.  Our youngest decided to get funky with his oral abilities and sent a little saliva flying right in the direction of the (open boxed) cherished pastries.

They are thinking "Eww, did any of his gross spit get on my precious?!?"

 Who cares.  All normal tendency for grossedoutness was forgotten and the possibly tainted baked goods…devoured!

Content sugar rushing smiles were worn by all as we made our way back to NYC.  Mr. Pavlov and I felt crazily satisfied.  Research point #6 is a fact – people are crazy.  Everything else is open for debate.

Crazy is what makes life fun.

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12 responses to “Who’s your boss?

  1. Oh, you and Mr. Pavlov are devoted parents – willing to take on that level of inconvenience to indulge your children’s love of the Cake Boss. Good on ya! I wonder what will live on in their memories? “Hey, you remember when mom and dad took us to see the Cake Boss? That was SO. AWESOME.” Or “Hey, remember when we waited for two hours to see the Cake Boss and all we got was one stinkin’ lobster tail?”

    • …that we had to share 5 ways!!! LOL I’m sure they will use whatever angle benefits them. I know my parents have been a victim of our self-suiting perspective.

  2. My kids LOVE LOVE LOVE that show. And I think we, too, would be forced to wait in that line.

    So I will now sit my kids down and make the read your post and look at your pictures.

    Then I’ll take them out for tacos.

    Happy Saturday!

    Almost as good, right?

    • Better than good!! Tell them they aren’t missing much other than bragging rights of endured suffering. My hubby, being the capitalist that he is, wanted to sell our place in line (there were takers ready to pay) but after investing that much time and cold weather exposure the kids decided to (this one time in their lives!!) follow through….how could we refute their dedication to commitment??

      The sliver of Lobster Tail that I tasted was awesome…the other items? So-so. The tacos were DIVINE and overshadowed the pastries.

      Ps. we went on a Tuesday.

  3. I have to say NO NO NO! I do not do lines either and certainly NOT for that length of time. Not a hope in Hades would I have done that. You clearly have the patience of Job! What I might have been persuaded to do was allow the kids to stand in line while I had a coffee somewhere where I could watch them.

    Yep, you have defence ammunition for YEARS to come – I’d say until the last one is married!

    • We thought of that but there was not a coffee shop with a clear view of the kids. The kids tried to leave us and go into the Verizon infront of where we were standing in line however, they were promptly given the boot due to not having a parental escort! I guess the other stores around there are tired of all of the craziness and kids running around. In the end we all froze together….ammunition baby!!!

  4. We love Cake Boss at our house too, but I’m not masochistic enough to go to New Jersey and stand in a line to see the bakery! Thanks for doing it for me!

    Wendy

    • Welcome….now let me think what I want to see in Canada but just can’t bring myself to journey for. I’ll get back to you on that one!

  5. I am more of an Ace of Cakes person. I was thinking of going here when we went to New York, but now I don’t have to and I thank you. I will be happy going to the bakery I know off of Times Square and having a black and white cookie. My family thanks you.

    • You are welcome. I wish I would’ve know about the black and white cookies. I might have been able to engage in a little parental manipulation.

  6. Oh wow, that is a LOT of people in one small place! Glad you got some sweet treats, though! How fun!

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