I was recently in New York City over Victoria weekend. NYC is undoubtedly a hub of neon lights, social people and things to do. Amidst all of this, obviously, are a myriad of outstanding eateries. While I could enumerate a quarter of them and still not finish by the end of today, I am choosing to focus on one place: the Carnegie Deli (yes, admittedly cliché, but, hey, its cliché for a reason).
The Carnegie Deli is largely unassuming beside its neighbours on 7th Ave., save, perhaps, for an impressive crowd stuffed in the tiny foyer and spilling on to the sidewalk. Aside from the mammoth portions of all its menu items, and laid back atmosphere of the establishment, the Carnegie Deli is the home to the world famous New York Cheesecake.
A slice can hardly be called a slice as nothing in this place is portioned below starving football player. The slab of cake arrives at your table simple and huge. Yet despite its imposing mass, bite after bite of the cool, velvety dessert is hardly a chore. In fact, quicker than you believed possible, the plate is clean but for a few stray graham crust crumbs that are quickly lapped up. The cheesecake is not a diet item by any means, but it possesses this very special property that annuls any media-instilled eating ideology that may stem you to abandon gorging yourself on its delicately sweet richness. This is a recommended experience. It’s quite something to have your inhibitions evaporate at the sight of something so commonly labeled sinful.
I went back twice in three days.