Nothing is more delicioius than the spawn of Hell's Kitchen

I have found it. Everyone can stop looking now. Utter perfection.

I have also discovered why New York City exists. It has been quite a productive day.

It exists to harbor a neighborhood know as Hell's kitchen, that contains a small blue store front, with faded gold lettering. Inside, is a tiny bakery. Inside that is a glass case where the baked goods are contained. Resting on a humble checkered napkin inside this case is the most magnificent confection ever to grace this earth.

This sticky bun is an epiphany on the tongue.

Amy's Bread, 9th between 47th and 48th.
You have to go.