As I have explained in previous posts, I am a cheesecake expert. I say that with a sly smile - what it means, really, is that I make one that I think is tops. My girlfriend agrees with me (I think) but she is biased, clearly. Anyway, I'm particular about cheesecake - I prefer the heavy over the light, the sweet over the bland, the slow-bake over the pour-and-chill. Throw in a graham cracker crust while you're at it. I've been to Berko - their version is super-light but it's pretty good. Someone commented on the Berko post that I should try the version at Sacha Finkelsztajn, so off I went. When I walked in, I got a good vibe. The place was buzzing and everything looked really, really good.
I took one look at the cheesecake and it looked just like the kid's (that's me - I'm the kid.) Now, trying to figure out how to actually buy a slice was a whole other story. What initially felt like buzz when I entered the place began to feel like chaos. I got bumped, jostled and ignored by patrons and employees alike. After 15 minutes or so, I got a slice handed to me in a bag only to be put in another line for the honor of paying. Part of the charm, I guess. Worst part is, the cheesecake wasn't worth the fuss. The heavy texture was right but I found it on the bland side and a bit dry. Where is that first bite creamy, sweet, intense "holy shit this is good" moment? I know, I know, I'm going to have to make mine, set-up a stand and sling it by the slice to back up my talk.