Sure, it meant paying crazy money to stay at a hotel in Manhattan.
But, hey, you only live once, right?
At least I really hope you only live once. Because, seriously, you guys, after this lifetime, I won’t be able to afford reincarnation.When I woke up my last morning in North Carolina with a scratchy throat, it started to seem like kind of a bad idea.
Two long distance bus rides later, I arrived in New York City at midnight with a full-blown sniffly, sneezy, phlegm-filled head cold.
And the idea of running around New York City for a day when I could be at home napping and staring at a Toddlers and Tiaras marathon started to feel like the worst idea I’d ever had.
But I was ready to fight fire with fire.
Or, as the case may be, to fight phlegm with Vitamin C.
My first stop in New York was the pharmacy where I stocked up on everything with a picture of an orange on the label.When that didn’t work and I woke up the next morning still feeling like death, I knew it was time to take serious medical action.
And by “serious medical action” I mean “hot chocolate.”
What did you think I meant?
The City Bakery is apparently the place to go for hot chocolate in the city. Or at least that’s what the Google told me.
The café was big and airy and bustley and packed full of New York City people doing their New York City things. Like the couple who was sitting next to me, who spent thirty minutes saying the F-word and eating croissants. This is what New Yorkers do, you guys. They talk like sailors and eat flaky pastries. I should probably move there.
At the counter, all the baristas wore scrub hats like you see the doctors on medical dramas wear. And while they couldn’t legally administer drugs, they could administer chocolate, so they were practically medical professionals.
The hot chocolate was rich and thick. And the homemade marshmallow served with it was so dense and huge that I needed a spoon to cut it in half before I could shovel it into my face.
Besides, aren’t you supposed to feed a cold and starve the flu?
Or is it starve a cold and feed the flu?
Heck, I wasn’t even sure if I had a cold or the flu or some other phlegm-manufacturing virus.
So I decided to just feed it.
Whatever it was.
Because starving seems like the worst medical advice ever.
Especially when there are flaky pastries to be had.It’s cold and flu season, people, how do you like your chocolate? (Yes, these two things are TOTALLY related.)