It’s possible this place has been around for years, but I only just noticed it yesterday. It’s on Bleecker Street, about four or five blocks from my apartment. Were those real cupcakes, just sitting out on the street, where anyone could have grabbed one? Even if they weren’t real, a pretty faux cupcake would be worth taking as well. Just saying.
I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.View all posts by Stacy Horn →