Though feeling too fat from all the pork at Momofuku, we did manage to squeeze room for an order of zeppole (a three count) and one hell of a messy cream puff. I found the dough on both to be a bit more dense than I am used to - it gave the bites an "old" feeling despite having come straight from the fryer. Still, it's hard to argue with fried dough swimming in powdered sugar.
One note to add - to the deeply-cleavaged spunky stand attendant: you made our experience far more enjoyable than the food alone could have, especially when you let us spin the wheel for a potential free zeppole (way to fail, Leah) and also when you spilled our order of zeppole, covering yourself and the floor in powdered sugar. You rock. We can party anytime.
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