Takk

Ever since the blipmeet last weekend, I've been obsessing crack pie from Takk.

I've been driving Mr A potty as I've mentioned it every day.

So today, he decided we would have a drive to Manchester and get brunch, plus pie at Takk.

Traffic was quiet as virtually everywhere else was closed today; I was annoyed that parking was £2.90 for AN HOUR, great way to boost tourism eh?!

Takk wasn't overly busy and my eyes scanned the counter as soon as I got through the door......but no crack pie.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

I had to settle for steak and eggs.

They've apparently had a busy weekend, and despite initially worrying they'd got too much cake, they ended up selling out of most of it.

I spoke to one of the guys who said they bake their own desserts and he helpfully directed me to a website where there is a recipe to make your own.

Interestingly, there's a review on there which makes me feel better in my obsession as she writes:

"I’ve never tried crack before, but after having this pie, I don’t feel I ever need to.

Feelings of euphoria? Check.
Supreme confidence? I can eat a whole pie! Check.
Paranoia? Somebody’s been eating MY pie! Check.
Loss of appetite? After eating a whole pie? Check.
A craving for more? Check.

Oh boy, is there a craving for more. Seriously, this pie is insanely addictive. An oatmeal cookie crust and a sweet, gooey, butterscotch-y filling combine to create a delicious bubbling mess of salty-sweet goodness. When it cools, you’ll have to fight for your share. Or you can grab the pie plate, turn your back and crouch in the corner, stuffing your face like a feral cat. A feral cat that uses a fork, of course.


Don’t worry, that didn’t happen. I thought about it though. Damn those feelings of paranoia, they make you want the pie all for yourself!

The smell of the pie baking is pleasantly sweet, but it doesn’t drive you into a frenzy the way that first bite will. You’ll never forget that first bite: it’s euphoric. You’ll feel like your hands can’t put pie into your mouth fast enough. After the first few mindless, breathless moments of all-consuming-pie-eating, I regretted halving the recipe to make just one pie.

Don’t make my mistake: make two pies. You’ll eat both of them. Or, you’ll have a guaranteed way to make some new friends if you somehow manage to resist the second pie. It’s a very irresistible pie; I consumed half of one myself.

Hours later with Crack Pie just a fuzzy memory, I was feeling slow, lethargic, and depressed. It was a gorgeous day outside, but the sunshine did nothing to cheer me up. I didn’t get it, but then, in a flash of brilliance, I realized: I was coming down from my crack pie high. Be warned, Crack Pie causes withdrawal symptoms."

Glad it's not just me then!