Beloved since its first mention on Sex and the City all those years ago, magnolia has become (to those who don't know any better) the quintessential old-timey new york bakery: the lacey curtains and black-and-white tiled floors, the perpetual cloud of sugar and flour in the doorway, and of course those fabled, dainty cupcakes frosted in pretty pastels. I've been to magnolia at least six or seven times - I love the idea of it, the atmosphere, and just haven't been ready to give up on the idea - but feel, at last, like I can walk away. I've discovered just too many other, better bakeries in this cupcake-obsessed city (for future reference, my favorites currently stand as: butter lane, sugar sweet sunshine, molly's, buttercup, sprinkles, and - if only because it's by far the closest to my apartment - crumbs). Bottom line: magnolia's cupcakes are dry, and the frosting is cloyingly, almost sickeningly sweet. Yes, they're pretty, but they aren't worth it.
Bleecker Street
Bloomingdale's
Columbus Avenue
Grand Central Terminal
Rockefeller Center
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