Chicken pot pie isn’t usually the thing you go out of your way for in New York… until this place enters the chat. The bakeshop itself feels warm and a little nostalgic, the kind of spot where everything behind the counter looks like it was made with actual care.
You walk in for a quick look and suddenly you’re fully invested.
Then the pot pie shows up and it’s not playing around. Golden, flaky crust that cracks just right…