Peanut Butter & Co. and other NYC Adventures

Yesterday, after some minor transit problems, we went into New York to check out Peanut Butter & Co., a peanut butter specialty shop and cafe of sorts. I am more than a little obsessed with peanut butter, so I was excited.

When we finally got there (240 Sullivan Street, New York, NY‎), my initial reaction was, "Wow, this is a nice bathroom." Because I had to pee pretty bad, and more importantly, wash the subway grime off my hands. After that, I grabbed a Stewart's Root Beer and started pondering my order.

I was a little apprehensive about spending more than $6.00 on a peanut butter sandwich, but I wasn't about to go with plain ol' PB&J (also, surprisingly, I don't like PB&J). I opted for the Cinnamon Raisin Swirl on white bread. Its ingredients: peanut butter, cinnamon, raisins, vanilla cream cheese and apple slices. I've made sandwiches with the first three before (delicious), but the vanilla cream cheese and apple slices were a nice touch. The sandwich was bigger than I expected, and came with some carrots and chips (which made paying almost $7 not too bad).

The sandwich was very tastey, but it got a little nauseating towards the end. After I ran out of bread crusts, I was left with lots of gooiness. Which can be good, but the consistency and sweetness got a little overwhelming. Probably would've been better if it were toasted. Other than the food, the cafe had a cute, retro-decor theme that I was oogling at. All in all, it was an interesting dining experience. I'm not entirely sure I'd want to go back; I feel like I can just replicate their recipes from home.

After PB&C, we went to Panchito's. Between the seven of us, we downed three pitchers of sangria and paid roughly $16.00 each. Not terrible, especially since it's New York. But not good, either, since I only had three small glasses. At least there were free nachos.

Lastly, we staggered our way to Cooper 35 Asian Pub. We sat inside at first, which was hot and miserable. I wasn't drinking at this point, but the drink I tried ("American Cream Soda") was terribly made (not enough syrup in the Ginger Ale?). Luckily, we moved outside to their little patio and things perked up. Some of the other stuff I sampled wasn't terrible. And hey, more free chips. Ended the night with chocolate cake shots (and due to their mistake, we all had one instead of just three of us) and brown-bagged beers for the train.

To conclude... I like New York. I mean, it's O.K. I wouldn't wear one of those shirts that say "I ♥ New York". I just can't get used to the smells, the noises, the lact of plant life, the hurried lifestyle, the prices, the homeless... blah blah blah. The list goes on.

I'm glad I'm only a train ride away from all the city has to offer. But passing through the tunnel on the train ride home, New Jersey is a welcome oasis.