August 23, 2006
Dear Bakesale Betty,
Before I left for Paris, I remember stopping in your shop for one of your legendary scones. Your counter person was so nice, offering me extra goodies to taste for free. I remember the pear-ginger scone, with the soft pieces of pear perfectly balancing the spiciness of the ginger. I was sad that I couldn't come back before I was relegated to a land of macarons and baguettes.
When I was abroad, I kept reading about you on Chowhound, how you started serving sandwiches that were to die for. I finally came in today to see if the rumors were true.
And they are.
You make the best fried chicken sandwiches I have ever tasted. Stuffed between the ACME torpedo roll, you put a huge piece of crispy yet succulent chicken, a vinegary coleslaw that had pickled onions and thin slivers of chili peppers, and no goopy mayo that would weigh all these bright flavors down.
Today, I ate half of it on a little stool by the window in your store, then couldn't stop myself from buying a piece of pecan shortbread for dessert. It was a hard choice between that and the banana bread. I loved the maple flavor, the toasty nuts, and the nice crumbly texture. So much so that I texted others immediately with my cell phone to rave about it.
I just finished the other half of the sandwich right now. I had only intended take a few bites because I have a spinning class in 45 minutes, but before I knew it, the whole thing was gone. I'll probably regret it when I'm pedaling and sweating away, but it'll be worth it. Good food always is.
PS- Betty, your blue hair rocks!
5098 Telegraph Ave (at 51st )