Miguel R.
Yelp
Sometimes the universe sends you winks. These winks are more commonly known as heart-warming coincidences. I experienced one today. I am glad that Yelp allows me to express myself.
Yesterday, I saw an L.A. Times article explaining that LA has embraced a cookie craze, for you see the pandemic has left us with a need for comfort that cookies can offer. The question then becomes which cookie can we trust to deliver us from the shadows of woe? The LA Times article suggested that the OG cookie from The Very Best Cookie in the Whole Wide World (The Very Best Cookie) is a competent cookie that can dispel the memories of collective tragedy from our minds schema through its sweet and salty mix. After reading the article, I thought wow--- the Very Best Cookie must have bloated confidence, cause you know- one can never really identify the best cookie in the world. Yes, I know I can lose myself in semantics but, in reality, cookie choice is relative. Duh. I know. It's just that there are people who love classic cookies and there are other people who love to defy the norm and opt for cookies that are new and edgy, like ones emboldened by garlic. So claiming that you have the best cookie in the world and being daring enough to reinforce the impossibility in your title makes me think that this place is daft. But lucky for the owners of The Very Best Cookie I embrace the daft of this world and kind of live for it!
I and a friend were driving to Beverly Hills for its annual art show. And by luck we past the brick and mortar spot. Oh I said to Alex, my partner in adventure, I saw that cookie joint yesterday in an LA Times article. I must stop and try it. We diverted are route for an unexpected pit stop. We found parking, not easily, and then we went inside to confirm or deny that the very best cookie in the world laid in wait on Robertson Blvd.
The line situation was weird. It felt like we were on top of each others. There was a lack of organization. Address that folks.
Alex pointed out that there was a woman in the store who was eating samples of a brownie. I asked for a sample too, they did not have any more. I know that I could have been the first customer after samples were done, but it seems inequitable for some customers to have samples and others do not. But, I do not want to harp on this too much cause I do not know all the details of why that customer got a sample and I did not.
A woman who read to me as being 50+ and blonde was the person who helped me. I asked which cookie should I try. She responded the OG, the LA Times article cookie. I said great. I also got a rice Krispy treats that is not suppose to be lime my momma made. Why? The rice Krispy treat had brown butter and toasted marshmallow. There our order concluded- the OG and the rice Krispy treat.
As we were waiting the maturer clerk told another, younger clerk, "Can you take care of this guy?" I was the guy that needed to be taken care off. Uh ok? Customer service matters, and I was made to feel like I needed to processed so the next customer in line could be helped.
When I told the cashier that I came because of the LA Times Article, a young lady wearing glasses said, "Thank you, I appreciate it." She seemed sincere and joyed at my reveal. That is the type of customer service I live for-- and interaction between two humans that is sincere and effortless.
The cookie was strong--- it had these toasted edges that were intriguing to enjoy, the cookie had chunks instead of chips, which is distinguishing choice, and the cookie had salt atop its surface. The contrast of sweet and salt was effective. The best cookie in the world was not, but the cookie definitely held its own. Like in the world of cookies, this cookie would be known- like a B level celebrity. That is still fantastic, cause the world of cookies is large and unexplored.
I know I should probably name a cookie that I would consider an A level celebrity- and I can. However, that is a cookie that I have yet to try. For you see the day I find the best cookie in the world, is the day where I stop trying cookies. And if my world has become that, a world where I no longer seek a better cookie than the one I had last, then I do not want to inhabit that world. I have time to live, I have time to see and bite, I want to believe that I will taste the best cookie in the world, but I want to taste this cookie on my last day on earth. That way when I die, I can possibly utter these last words with wit and pride: That is the way the cookie crumbles!
