Last Sunday, Marc & I felt motivated during a wonderfully sunny day and took a long, leisurely stroll from our apartment to the West Side Highway and Chelsea Piers. There’s something about the sun gleaming off the tops of the buildings and along the water that really makes New York City look sparkling clean and inviting.
On the way back home, I had a serious jones for a piece of quiche and, thankfully, we happened on Little Pie Company on W. 14th Street (one of three locations). The moment we stepped in the establishment, I knew we found the perfect place to quell my appetite. The aroma wafting from the kitchen located in the back of the restaurant made me want to skip the quiche altogether and dive right into one of the luscious pieces of pie. Marc & I agreed to split a ham, onion & cheese quiche (which was served with a small, mixed green salad) and then anxiously awaited our piece of Sour Cream Apple Walnut pie.
Since 1985, the Little Pie Company has been delighting the palates of New Yorkers and visitors alike, bringing home-baked country goodness to the heart of the city. The savory, unforgettable desserts have inspired a passionate following not only among local residents and tourists, but also fine restaurants and specialty food shops. The Little Pie Company is where mouth-watering magic is worked over regional recipes from momâ€™s kitchen, straight out of the oven, straight from the heart. Each delicious dessert is created from scratch (no mixes), using only the finest, purest, freshest ingredients (nothing artificial, nothing chemical).
Now, I’ve built this up quite a bit and, yes, all in all, the pie was heavenly: the thinly sliced apples were wonderfully nestled between an even thinner crust and then topped with a chunky, buttery, crumby layer that I could have eaten on its own. However, I have to say that I was disappointed that the servers used a (gulp) microwave to warm up the pieces of pie served at the restaurant. Had I known this before placing my order, I would have opted to take a slice home with us and properly oven-warmed it like it should have been, like it was born to be warmed. I’m sorry, piece of pie, that I unknowingly allowed these people to treat you so poorly. Next time, little piece of pie. Next time…