Continuing our quest of eating all of the famous "specialty" foods in New York, Cuddles, G and I had lunch at Sarita's Macaroni and Cheese ("S'Mac" for short). We ordered two of the party platters, which were clearly invented by someone with a serious Mac 'n Cheese addiction problem.
In all honesty, we admitted to each other that we couldn't always tell the difference between the various flavors, even with a nifty little chart to help us identify what we were eating. We did have a few favorites - I liked the Cajun Mac 'n Cheese, Cuddles was a fan of the Cheeseburger Mac 'n Cheese, and G favored the Alpine Mac 'n Cheese.
Hmm. I've said "Mac 'n Cheese" so many times now, the words have lost all meaning.
East Village. On Canon Powershot.
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