There's ice floating on the river. It's the coldest day I can remember. Still I'm sitting here, wishing I had some White Mustache Sour Cherry Yogurt. Wondering if it's worth a trip into the arctic blast to get some.
I found the yogurt at Brooklyn Kitchen in the new Gotham West Market. The pretty glass jar was crazy expensive, but I was so happy after slurping up a bowl of Ivan Ramen's fantastic noodles that I plunked my money down. Then I got home and discovered that the yogurt was thick, smooth and incredibly rich, with a satisfying tang. It was perfectly set off by the tart cherry compote. I got to the bottom of the jar and all I could think was: Why didn't I buy more?