So we were very, very sad to learn that Gino—a preserved-in-amber specimen of fine old New York eateries—was closing up shop after 65 glorious years... to be replaced by a Beverly Hills cupcake concern, some stupid fucking thing called "Sprinkles," beloved of stupid fucking celebrities. It really couldn't get any more galling than that. (Here's a pic of the gutted Gino, not for the faint of heart.)
Granted, there's nothing new about hating on all the ridiculously moronic high-end cupcake shops in this city, but all of the aforementioned pain and anger came flooding back to me when I read breathless news this morning of a fancy new cupcake shop opening in a couple weeks just up the hill in Brooklyn Heights, Crumbs.
So, though it may be a purely symbolic gesture, the only way I think I can deal with my grief and rage is to hereby vow to never, ever again eat a fancy store-bought NYC cupcake, until the day I die.