Let’s Hear It for Cheesecake

Let’s Hear It for Cheesecake

For men, the prostate is a bitch. When my doctor laid it on the line this week that my sky-high PSA had to come down to Earth, or else, I thanked God I had pigged out—twice—before he read the riot act. No red meat, no cheese, the doc ordered. It’s fish, chicken and soy milk from this moment on.

I’ve always believed that great (even merely good) theater deserves a slice of cheesecake post-performance. So, after a rousing good time at “Bandstand”—weak opening scene, confusing ending, but ripsnorting in between with the best dancing of the season, terrific tunes, a serious book and a star-making performance from leading man Corey Cott—I headed up the block to Junior’s for what I didn’t know at the time would be my last Reuben Combo and dense, lick-the-plate-clean slab of Strawberry Cheesecake. Alas, poor Junior’s cheesecake, I loved you not wisely but too well.

And for my finale to creamy indulgence, no ordinary cheesecake would have done. A thriller like “Oslo” at Lincoln Center—a mesmerizing, thought-provoking, dynamically performed and breathlessly directed piece of theater—deserved and got the Cadillac of desserts at P.J. Clarke’s across the street: Baileys Irish Cream Cheesecake. Imagine an Oreo crust, a half-inch layer of chocolate ganache for a topper and in between cream cheese swirled with a shot of Baileys. Intoxicating (and, at $11.25 a slice, it better have been). I confess: I further sinned at my last supper with a medium Clarke’s burger and a pint of Guinness. Hell, if you’re going out, there’s nothing like going out with a bang.

Junior’s, 1515 Broadway, entrance on W. 45th St., 212.302.2000, www.juniorscheesecake.com

P.J. Clarke’s at Lincoln Square, 44 W. 63rd St., 212.957.9700, www.pjclarkes.com

“Bandstand,” Bernard B. Jacobs Theatre, 242 W. 45th St., 212.239.6200, www.bandstandbroadway.com

“Oslo,” Vivian Beaumont Theater at Lincoln Center, 150 W. 65th St., 212.239.6200, www.lct.org

 

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