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Greenwich Village is my favorite neighborhood in Manhattan.
I love walking along Bleecker and Sullivan and MacDougal and fawning over the
rows upon rows of sidewalk cafes, jazz clubs, coffee shops, and artisan food
shops. It’s everything I adore about New York, squeezed into one beautiful
neighborhood underneath Washington Square Park. Le sigh.
One day (on one of my many walks to Peanut Butter and Co. on
Sullivan Street), I passed by a tiny eatery called “OatMeals.” Honestly, I did
not get nearly as excited as you might expect. It sounded too good to be true,
you know? How could they have an entire restaurant dedicated to oatmeal?
Clearly, it was all a trick.
Wrong. OatMeals is indeed a restaurant dedicated entirely
to the humble and beloved oat; it calls itself "the world's first oatmeal bar." When I walked in one Sunday morning (around
10 a.m.), the most warm and wonderful scent of cinnamon and sugar enchanted me. I
was smitten.
