A Cronut Arrived in MoMA's Rain Room and the World Didn't Explode
When you're the inventor of the cronut, anything is possible.
Truly transcendental moments—say, visiting the Taj Mahal or seeing the Northern Lights—are hard to come by, but when you're the inventor of the cronut, anything is possible. Note the heavenly streaks of light emitting from the miraculous pastry and behold Dominique Ansel's latest accomplishment:
#Cronut meets the #MOMA #RainRoom pic.twitter.com/WhWN0ZLUY9— Dominique Ansel (@DominiqueAnsel) July 18, 2013
As New York's Ben Williams swiftly pointed out, eating a cronut in the Museum of Modern Art's insanely popular Rain Room "represents 10+ hours of combined waiting in line." (The line for the Rain Room alone can, in fact, last up to eight hours.) Ansel's feat, though, presumably felt like Indiana Jones did when he finally clasped his hands around that golden idol. But without all the booby traps and snakes.
Anyway, New Yorkers are weird.