240 Sullivan St
I’ve had cravings throughout my pregnancy: rainbow sprinkles, strawberries, granola, milk, watermelon and Arnold Palmers to name a few, but the strangest is the most recent – peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. It may not seem odd but you have to understand that I would never eat one of my own accord and barely even managed eating them as a young kid (which was probably the last time I ate one). Now I am making them for breakfast. So, I thought I’d take advantage of the phenomena and visit Peanut Butter and Co. while I can.
The family friendly spot offers many versions of the childhood fave but I couldn’t see anything except for the Fluffernutter – a simple and genius paring of marshmallow Fluff and creamy peanut butter (crunchy also available). Like all sandwiches, it comes with potato chips and carrot sticks and I went all out by also ordering a syrupy cherry coke.
While it was quite good, it’s a little pricey considering the fair and the bread could have been a tad softer for my taste (though, full disclosure, I am a Wonder Bread fan). Making this at home, I probably would have gone overboard on the innards too, piling one about double the amount of each.
40 Great Jones Street
47 Bond Street
with Timothy Sullivan, at Astor Center (399 Lafayette)
I can probably just address this post directly to Mike Birbiglia since I know that he'll get a Google alert soon enough, and Mike (whose last name, even with concentrated effort, I have difficulty pronouncing correctly) let me assure you that this brief recommendation will not include any insults of your physique. In the hipster comedic universe, where the relatively unskinny