S-CRUMB-tious!

Crumbs is a tiny little cupcake joint over on Road 9 and it will be the death of me. Imagine the best cupcake you've ever tasted. Now, imagine it in a pristine, rectangular box on your counter. (How did it get there? Could it be your enabling roommates?)

It's an American franchise, apparently, though I've only spotted one recently in Newark Airport on my way back to Egypt.

It doesn't matter where it comes from; Crumbs serves up the tastiest, most creative little cupcakes I've ever seen. Peanut butter/chocolate, monkey business (a little marriage of banana and nutella), M&M, lemon...everything. They've got filling, a creamy texture, mouthwatering light icing, and probably some form of cocaine, because they're maddeningly addictive.