You look like you need a slice of Crack Pie

(This is the fourth post about places I visited in NYC over the Holiday Break).

It's about time that I give a shout out to my brother in this series of posts.  My brother, Tristan, visited me in New York City for a few days between Christmas and New Years.  On his last night in New York City, we decided to hit up the East Village.

Our first objective was to visit Burp Castle.  Burp Castle is a Belgian beer bar that is decorated with pictures of Trappist Monks getting drunk, and with bartenders that shush patrons when they are getting too loud.  Unfortunately for us, the train we were on went from running local to express mid-ride and we had to get off at Union Square instead of Astor Place.  I told him we could still walk to Burp Castle, but it was a cold night and Tristan's blood has thinned from living in Los Angeles.  After ten minutes of walking, his opinion on the situation was to find somewhere warm as quickly as possible.

While strolling down Second Avenue, I saw Momofuku Milk Bar and made a quick decision to go there instead. The dessert haven is attached to another incredible restaurant, Momofuku Saam Bar.  The Milk Bar offers a variety of desserts, including crack pie (toasted oat crust with something gooey in the middle)  and compost cookies (made with pretzels, potato chips, coffee, oats, butterscotch, and chocolate chips).  On top of that, they offer Stumptown coffee (for all of you coffee fans out there) and to-die-for pork belly buns from the Saam bar's menu.

Neither Tristan nor I were able to finish either of the decadent pie slices we purchased.  I got the Grasshopper pie (a mint-cheesecake and brownie affair) and Tristan got the peanutbuttery Candy Bar pie.  There's nothing like some great dessert to go along with brother-sister heart to hearts.  It was nice to finally get some one-on-one time with him without cameras or the rest of our family around. 

(Crack Pie)

 
After that, we headed to Dempsey's to wash it all down, then headed back to my apartment.  Unfortunately, Tristan and I both failed to set our alarms properly and Tristan nearly missed his flight the next morning.  Thank goodness for my mom, she called around 7:15 to make sure Tristan had arrived at the airport safely (his flight was at 8:30 AM).  In a scramble, Tristan left and headed West.  With any lucky, he'll be back soon for more of NYC's many treats.