If you were released from prison after serving 17 years for murdering your friend, what would you really want to do upon experiencing freedom? Would "eating a cronut" be in the top 5,000? No? Well, you are not ex-New York club fixture Michael Alig, who literally cried while eating the pastry the other day.
Emma Roberts joined the unwashed masses outside Dominique Ansel Bakery yesterday morning in an effort to get her hands on a genuine Cronut — New York's most elusive pastry.
The scourge of the "cronut" — Dominique Ansel Bakery's mythological hybrid (as in, it's so hard to get one, it might as well be a myth) — has officially gone mainstream.
The very wealthy have been enjoying the Cronut, which is a fancy pastry/donut thing that costs $40 if you can find a Cronut speculator on Craigslist to sell you one of the magical treats. But now the "other half" can have their own donut fad treat. It is a pile of scrambled eggs and bacon inside some glazed donuts.
