Of hot chocolate, that is, and a pretzel croissant to go with it.
After bravely enduring a different sort of shot (DTAP) during his belated 5-year check-up, and watching intently as the nurse drew his blood, Izzy deserved whatever he wanted. Besides, we hadn't had a City Bakery fix in a very long time and I was looking forward to some myself.
We took our pretzel croissants and shots to go (they have perfectly small cups with tops) and hopped in a cab downtown to Izzy's new art class at the Greenwich House School of Music. They have a lovely garden in the back where we sat and sipped. Although his wonderful pottery classes have ended, we were able to follow his beloved teacher G. to a new venue, where she teaches a mixed media art class.
Here's hoping fall will mean more art creations, continued visits to the West Village and more food adventures.
Izzy Eats: The art of raising a gourmand, one bite at a time
Stirring tales of eating, cooking and foraging in my never-ending quest to provide, great-tasting (local and organic whenever possible) EATS for me and my boy(s).