I love bakeries, and Mah Ze Dahr is a gem. Very unassuming and quaint spot nestled in the West Village, with a clean, organized, beautiful display of all the pastries.
I meant to try their famous brioche doughnut and some cookies, but instead walked away with the hazelnut nutella brioche and the Mah Ze Dahr bar, both of which were still a bit warm when handed to me, so I ate both immediately. I planned to save some for later (or for breakfast the next day), but all I had left was trash by the time I got on the subway. Note this was after I just had brunch.
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Not to be dramatic, but I'm still smiling when I think about the delicious carbs, so I guess that means I'll be back to try more things.
I meant to try their famous brioche doughnut and some cookies, but instead walked away with the hazelnut nutella brioche and the Mah Ze Dahr bar, both of which were still a bit warm when handed to me, so I ate both immediately. I planned to save some for later (or for breakfast the next day), but all I had left was trash by the time I got on the subway. Note this was after I just had brunch.
Not to be dramatic, but I'm still smiling when I think about the delicious carbs, so I guess that means I'll be back to try more things.
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