|Chelsea Market is colorful, and quite handy if you are searching for green cactus pears.|
I loved this place. First of all, this section of Chelsea proved one of my favorite areas of the city. With its red-brick buildings and neighborhood charm, it's a pleasant spot to wander. It's also a perfect fit for a marketplace teeming with bakeries, restaurants owned by Iron Chefs (Morimoto), kitchen shops, produce markets, fresh seafood stores, delis, creperies, coffee bars, spice and nut vendors, and an assortment of other interesting food and merchandise targeted at foodoids. Last but not least, it is home to Food Network, which is why you may have seen some of the purveyors in the market featured on Food Network programs.
A welcome respite from the blazing inferno outside, Chelsea Market is a cool indoor food cave housed in a restored biscuit factory. What? No wonder I like it.
|With several locations throughout the city, Amy's is a wise place to spend your bread.|
A winding brick promenade led me straight to Amy's Bread, where I sampled a savory black-olive twist and the biggest sticky bun you've ever seen. Good? Are you kidding? The yeasty specimen had to be 4 inches tall and oozed with yummy, buttery caramelization. I detected an ingredient not usually present in sticky buns, possibly maple syrup or molasses.
|Bakery voyeurism. Huge panes of glass invite nosy foodies to peek.|
Next up: Sarabeth's Kitchen. Hubmeister and Daughtress sampled the pain du matin (translation: bread of the morning) and a cheese-filled pastry.
|Folks enjoying the fruits of Sarabeth's Kitchen.|
|Meet the lovely Daughtress as she peruses the goods at Sarabeth's.|
Sounds of "mmmm" resonated throughout the quaint little shop as the Food and Loathing family made their presence known. Sarabeth's had several people sitting around drinking coffee and noshing on sweets in its pleasant little environment, but I understand it tends to pack 'em in. I appreciated the calm.
A strong gravitational pull was drawing Hubs to Dickson's Farmstand Meats, a place boasting homemade hot dogs, but clearer heads prevailed and the estrogen-fueled members of the family yanked him away. If Son of Hubmeister had been with us this trip, I know I would be reporting about those dogs right now.
Before I forget, I must mention the fresh -- as in still breathing on the crushed ice -- softshell crabs at the Lobster Place Seafood Market. Boy, did they look good!
We arrived at Chelsea Market mid-morning, which was ideal, because the lunch crowd was piling in when we left for the next stop on the food train, Eataly.