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:
- Tuesdays are the slowest day of the week
- Get there early
- Be prepared to wait
- Expect rudeness
- The baked goods are so-so
- 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?
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.