The Cronut has undergone one of the most remarkable journeys of any foodstuff in recent memory, evolving from trendy pastry, to celebrity accessory, to a thing people trade for sex—all in the course of a single summer. Yet deep down, we all knew the world-conquering croissant-donut hybrid would end up here: knocked off and sold to brunching mooks in Las Vegas.
Las Vegas Review-Journal gossip columnist Norm Clarke brings word of the new “cronuts” on the menu at Lavo in the Palazzo.
— Norm Clarke (@Norm_Clarke) November 4, 2013
Since Vegas has artificial versions of all the other wonders of the world, it was only a matter of time before it got its hands on this culinary phenomenon. The price—”$12 for an order of four”—doesn’t seem too extortionate (the genuine article is $5 a pop), until you consider how weak and un-Cronutlike the pastries look. But we’re guessing no one will care at all about how it tastes since this is what brunch at Lavo looks like:
Champagne and fauxnuts for my real friends, real pain and, uh, real Cronuts for my sham friends?
Meanwhile, on the complete opposite end of the Cronut-imposter spectrum, Alex Stupak reports
— Adam Platt (@plattypants) November 4, 2013
The best part? There was no line.
[via Las Vegas Review-Journal]