The Best Mac-And-Cheese I’ve Ever Had At S’mac

Lately, I’ve been having an earth-shatteringly intense craving for macaroni-and-cheese. I need a fix, desperately. Will you listen to me? I sound like an addict.

Anyway my darlings, when I worked at Penguin Group, I used to eat at S’mac, a quaint little eatery in the East Village that sells solely mac-and-cheese with a variety of different cheeses and toppings. There’s something so comforting about the tiny restaurant. As soon as you enter the premises, you are assaulted (in the best possible way) with an amalgamation of delicious aromas from rich, melty cheeses, toasty bread crumbs to an assortment of yummy toppings. Did I mention, they serve you in individual-sized cast iron skillets? It just doesn’t get any homier than that.

But, the best part is hearing the searing, crackling sound of your mac-and-cheese as it hits your table. You can literally hear a crack as you plunge your fork into the uppermost layer of the cheese. OMG! It’s so good. The last time I was there, I think I had the Cajun.