Come here, my little cupcake

Ever since my last trip to New York a few weeks ago, I've been dreaming about the most wonderful cupcake in the universe. It was in the basement of the Plaza Hotel in the Food Hall at Billy's Bakery. And the most amazing part of this whole story is that the cupcake WASN'T EVEN CHOCOLATE. I know! Hard to believe, right? What could possibly be better than chocolate? (As a side note: I am always suspicious of the true character of any person who claims to not like chocolate. Alien being? Most likely.)

But back to the cupcake. The cake part was banana and the frosting on top was of the cream cheese variety. It was sensational! The perfect density. The perfect level of moisture in the cake. The firm-yet-creaminess of the icing.

I have begun a pre-next-cupcake exercise routine just so I can eat more of these the next time I go to New York. Notice I say these, as in, plural cupcakes. Oh, New York, why do you have to be so fattening?

Here's a link to a story about the Food Hall. I don't think most tourists know about it, and it's a great place to eat, even if for some insane reason you don't want a cupcake.
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/05/23/dining/the-food-hall-under-the-plaza-expands.html?_r=0