This Week’s New York Thing: Upper West Side Cupcake ATM
In this little slice of blog, we are going to try to tell you about the “New York Thing” of the week. You know, that thing that makes the rounds on the blogosphere and social media. The thing that people lazily discuss on the L train on their way home from freelance jobs. In short, the thing that people can’t stop talking about.
Cupcakes are becoming as much a part of the New York landscape as street art and bandwagon sports fans. In NYC, you can find cupcakes large and small, corporate and mom & pop, vegan and bacon topped. But, this week’s New York Thing represents the next step in the cupcake frontier … a cupcake ATM.
That’s right. Money in. Cupcake out.
I know what you’re thinking. Who gives a damn about cupcakes? Gentlemen, heed my words. So, what happens when you step out for a night of heavy drinking with your lady or somehow manage to convince a girl to go home with you from the bar? Sure enough, towards to end of the night, you get hungry for some McDonalds or some pizza or whatever the Hell it is that your drunk ass might crave. Am I right? And as soon as your inebriated eyes follows those neon lights and your taste buds drift towards greasy bliss … an endless stream of complaining from your lady is sure to ensue. “How could you eat that!” “I’m not eating that!” “Are you trying to make me fat!” “This place smells disgusting!” “That hobo tried to grope me while you were ordering!”
No longer will you have to suffer these drunken barbs from your girl when you just have to have a Crif Dog, because now there is a great equalizer. Bitches love cupcakes. Sure, right now the only twenty-four hour cupcake dispenser is on the Upper West Side, a nightlife no man’s land. But, soon enough, we will see these confectionary cash machines pop up like so many weeds in Williamsburg, the Village, and LES. Consider this an icing topped, sprinkle laden prophecy.
What does this mean for you? Rather than your girl nagging you when you are just trying to get your chili cheese fries on, she will be stuffing her face with some delicious red velvet. This is a godsend, gentlemen. You’re welcome for the heads up.














