After Wednesday wrote so evocatively about the chocolate cupcake at ’wichcraft, I made a mental note to stop in and try one some day. I was blessed with a morning off today, and I decided that since ’wichcraft is on my way to work anyway, I might as well stop for a proper lunch.
I’m so glad I did. These places are opening up all over town, and I hope they become popular enough to keep spreading. For a reasonable $6.50, I had grilled cheddar with smoked ham, mustard, and slices of pear on cranberry-pecan bread. This is my kind of sandwich: crispy on the outside, fully melted inside, with a delicious mix of salt and sweet. It was big enough for two people, and it tasted completely fresh. I’ll take mom here when she visits next month.
And the cupcake. I agree with Wednesday about the cupcake phase; it’s all been a total joke. Cupcake doesn’t mean what it used to: a soft little cake with creamy icing that made you dream of a glass of milk. The disgusting cupcakes from Magnolia Bakery would go better with a Diet Coke or a screwdriver. They are dry and unappetizing. While I can’t say that ’wichcraft’s is the best cupcake I’ve had in my life, it did seal my mouth together in that wonderful way that good cake can, when your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth and your lips to your teeth, and you’re afraid someone will come to ask you a question and you’ll have to speak. Wednesday: did you eat this thing in your office? I hope you closed the door and had them hold your calls.
(’wichcraft. 60 East 8th Street @ Broadway)