Photos via The Hungry Mouse

Last week I sent this link to everyone at Gothamist HQ asking, "Hey, why haven't we tried cronuts yet?" I didn't really push for anyone to get them, because do we really NEED sugary, cream-filled, fried croissant-doughnut hybrids on our Silver Table Of Sin? Plus, I was pretty satisfied with my Del's. But ever since then about three cronut stories have been published across the internet per day, at minimum. So, I give up... in case you aren't already in the grips of the city's Cronut Craze, here is what you need to know, as well as some other thoughts about cronuts.

  • "Real" cronuts are sold at ONE PLACE ONLY (until the copycats catch on): Dominique Ansel Bakery on Spring Street.
  • One cronut costs $5.
  • There is a limit: only 6 cronuts per person. Don't be greedy.
  • By 7:30 a.m., the bakery line is already out the door like this is some kind of goddamn Justin Bieber appearance.
  • If you are an influential food blogger, you can get them delivered.
  • Check Twitter for updates on cronut availability before attempting to pick some up. And also check Twitter for updates on human adults acting irrationally when denied a cronut:
  • When I was little, my family would get glazed croissants every Sunday at Ancona's. They were good, addictive, and while not doughnut shaped, basically the same idea—the cronut isn't really new or original you guys, so calm down.
  • And finally, doesn't this narrator seem too factual and serious to be talking about cronuts?