Welcome to heaven in the West Village. Although Molly’s appeared on virtually every cupcake list, I was too lazy to walk over and believed I had stuffed my face with enough cupcakes. Boy, was I wrong. A couple of days ago, I looked up the nearest purveyor of Mario Badescu products because I was too anxious to wait until I got home. One time at Blue Mercury in Georgetown, my esthetician gave me Mario Badescu samples and recommended certain products (I will blog about Mario Badescu once I’ve given his products enough time). Finally, I bought a couple of his products (and got a ton of samples) at the cutest pharmacy ever, Avignone Pharmacy. Most importantly, Avignone is literally right. Next. To. Molly’s. I’m not an expert, but I would call this fate.
The exterior of Molly’s Cupcakes is already enchanting enough: big glass windows, bright orange paint with brown accents and a baby blue awning that looks like it’s straight out of Anthropologie. Warning: the interior is even cuter. It’s all generically adorable and lovely until you get to the register. And see the chalk board menu. And see the endless rows of beautiful cupcakes, accompanied by hand-written and decorated signs. And most importantly- see the vintage tin lunch boxes with SNOOPY. The second I saw Peanuts images, I felt at home.
Name: Molly’s Cupcakes
Location: 228 Bleecker Street
Time: 5:30 pm
Order: Cake batter cupcake and a milk chocolate cake pop
Review: I’m tearing up just reminiscing. Seriously, I’m currently reaching for a Kleenex tissue (but it might also be because I’m listening to A Fine Frenzy). The cake batter cupcake, Molly’s best-seller, is out of this world. I’ve consumed countless cupcakes in my life but have not felt this strongly about one, ever. I still adore Magnolia and Butter Lane, but this cupcake was a full-on experience. The dreamlike blue cream cheese frosting, the moist funfetti cake, the CAKE BATTER filling… Where could I possibly begin? I’m looking forward to attempting to recreate this concoction of sugary perfection. The cake pop was sooooo wonderful, although it wasn’t a baked cake inside; it was like chocolate chop cookie dough, which was a lovely surprise.