This is the the top of a marker that signifies the start of the queue (line) for a place called Bao. Even on a weekday around noon, I still had to wait in line. The figure doesn’t particularly thrilled to be eating that bao. He actually looks kind of miserable, almost as if some tourist standing right in front of him is holding a camera in one hand and a gun in the other. Thankfully though, his facial expression had no actual correlation to the taste of the bao. They were all terrific. Read more
When the cronut (croissant/donut hybrid) craze hit its peak a few years ago, I shrugged my shoulders. Sure, I’ll wait in the Doughnut Vault line for an hour for a chestnut glazed, but I just did not get the appeal. Part of the reason why was that we don’t have a Dominique Ansel Bakery in Chicago so, if I was going to try one, it would have to be some knockoff instead of the original creation. However, there is one in London, so I caved and journeyed to find out why this little dessert has such a cult following.