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So here's a guide to a worthwhile--as in realistic--experience:
Step 1) Enter the Momofuku empire and head straight upstairs. The Milk Bar is at the top of the stairs overlooking the Noodle Bar.
2) Wonder in confusion as you realize the Milk Bar is really just a small glass walk-in closet. Like, it's about the size of a small RV--and smaller than a typical Pacific Mall retail space.
3) Grab a basket and enter this glass room. If you instantly feel cold, that's because it is a constantly air-conditioned room.
4) Wonder in confusion again as you realize the selection is small. All the foodie goodies in this small glass refrigerated room is shipped in daily from their Brooklyn bakery, and according to their website, freshness and quality issues prevents all the Milk Bar goodies from being available here. If everything on sale was made right here, this wouldn't be an issue. But nope; the Toronto location I guess is intended to be a preview of what Momofuku fans can expect when they visit NYC--as if this is like a foodie version of an airport or highway tourist info kiosk. At least they got the Crack Pie I keep hearing of here.
5) Grab what you like. Head back downstairs and check out with the host(ess).
6) Enjoy your stuff. Yeah, that's it?! Like, wow.
The crack pie ($6 for a boxed slice)... smells like a butter tart, taste like a butter tart... it must be some form of a butter tart! Nothing that makes me go wow or crave for more, though it may be safe to keep it away from Rob Ford.
The cookies ($2 each) however were generally delicious and like nothing you'll come across most other places. Blueberry and cream was soft, sweet and creamy. Lovely. Cornflakes marshmallow is a sticky breakfast in a cookie. The trademarked Compost cookie had hints of coffee, but is generally a smattering of sugar and odd bits of pretzels and almonds that reminds me of typical coffee shop treats. With an ingredients list so lengthy it rivals many processed grocery products, maybe it's not wonder it is called compost cookies.
As a concept in town, the Milk Bar is a rather overrated and underwhelming food(ie) experience. It's not that much different from, say, buying some snacks at a gas station. If they can figure out how to make poutine in cookie form, I'd be the happiest man alive, but blueberry cream will have to do.
{TTC: Arriving at St Andrew... St. Andrew station.}
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