Trellis' Diner on Roosevelt Island

The other day I met with my friend Matt to play frisbee on the beautiful Roosevelt Island.



After an evening of having-to-keep-running-across-the-park-to-get-the- frisbee-that-was-thrown-wildly-off-target, we checked out the one and only Roosevelt Island diner on Roosevelt Island's one and only street.




Even though I was full after our wonderful dinner, matt convinced me to get us a coupl'a black and white cookies and glasses of milk. It all looked so delicious.



Me and Matt unwrapped the cookies.




Right away I noticed the cake looked very pale and crusty. I had a bad feeling.


Me and Matt both took our first bites of the vanilla side.



OOOOUCH! Hard. Like cold steel. It didn't taste like anything I've had before. It was kind of gross. Not vanilla, more just like...white something. And the cake...blecch. Too much cake with too little taste. It was like eating styrofoam. Huh. Blogger wants me to capitalize "styrofoam." I guess I never thought of it as a brand name, specifically. WELL WELL!

I ate the chocolate side...


Hmm. The chocolate side tastes VERY familiar. What could it be? Matt was able to pinpoint it. Like chocolate Betty Crocker frosting. Ahhhh!


And yet, the entire overall taste was unpleasant. I love when a cupcake has Betty Crocker wapped on top of it, but the thick, dry cake made the cookie a chore to eat. We were both very very disappointed. Especially Matt, who as an innocent and less experienced cookie eater than me, was unprepared for the dreams-dashing mediocrity and depressing anticlimactic taste of the below average black and white cookie.


And they always LOOK so good!


Matt started peeling the frosting off and eating it, leaving a naked cooke in his wake.


We could have used these things as frisbees! (huh...another word Blogger wants me to capitalize! Augh!!)

Meanwhile, I was having fun with my cookie. I noticed that the chocolate smushy frosting took fingerprints very well. Cops should use these!



And then I picked off some vanilla glass shards and smushed them into the chocolate.

(Note: Blogger says "smushed" isn't a word?!? What?!!?)




Matt claimed his cookie for France.


See how thick and oddly textured the cake is? It stuck right in!


After the meal, we did what we always do. Reenact our favorite scenes from Terry Gilliam's Brazil!







See ya everyone!



-Jordan

American Classic

Taste the Best! Wow was I excited to find this cookie! I was on my way to see Spiderman 3 (the BEST movie ever!!!!) and I stopped in a tiny crappy magazine shop to buy a giant bottle of water for the long trip. Before leaving I double checked the cookie selection and HELLOOO! I certainly would like to "taste the best!"

Saw Spiderman 3. Came home.

Unwrapped cookie.

Smart people may be able to tell that the vanilla side got a bit beaten up. I had to sneak it in my pocket into the movie theater. It stayed with me during the WHOOOOLE movie! It loved Spiderman 3 too! Especially how everything that happened made so much sense!!

Anyway...

I tried the vanilla, and I noticed the cookie was INCREEDIBLY soft. Almost like it was wet. Moist. But it was really good. The vanilla was...well...average. Not a huge taste but it was pleasant.

The chocolate was pretty much the same. Even softer and also not a hugely strong taste. I even ate it with the icing side down on my tongue to get the most flavor.



A very good cookie but not the greatest and very generic.

Eating both sides at once was pretty damn satisfying though. It was like Spiderman 3 all over again!


The cookie went by so fast, that I had room for more. My mom had bought more of the Beigel's brand small cookies (see last blog), so I had one...for dessert (??)


Wow, I look as good in this picture as...Spiderman 3!


Fuck you!


-Jordan