I’m a total cookie monster. I survived my MBA on double chocolate chunk cookies every afternoon. Especially during macroeconomics. But when I want a real treat in England, I go to Ben’s Cookies. Without question. Like a child ranting after the Pied Piper.
Ben’s Cookies is to England what Crumbs is to New York–in that perfectly (we like to think) sane girls give up any hope of self-control and succumb in utterly every way to the intoxicating perfection that is a Ben’s cookie. They are sold by the weight, and these are no skinny cookies. They’re big, with crisp edges, and a collapsing, buttery, melting, oozing center, fresh from the oven. The chocolate smears all over your face and your hands. You try to stop because no one needs a cookie this big, but you can’t. You are overwhelmed by Ben and all his sweetness and chocolaty charms. But you give in, because you know you wanted to from the beginning. You were always going to go through with it, from the moment you saw the red and white sign down the block. You were a goner!
Image from Ben's Cookies. Click the picture to see all the cookies.
I am extremely partial to the chocolate orange, a combination of milk chocolate and marmalade, the triple chocolate, a chocolate cookie with chocolate and white chocolate chunks, and the dark chocolate, which is basically the ultimate version of a Chips Ahoy. It should be noted that we are not talking chocolate chips, but chocolate slabs. They also have lemon, coconut, chocolate-praline, chocolate-nut, double chocolate, white chocolate, peanut butter, ginger, oatmeal-raisin, fruit-and-nut, milk chocolate. I actually just did all that from memory. I literally can’t talk about it anymore, I’m going to go buy another one.
p.s. One of the best things about Ben’s is their overnight cookie delivery service. It’s the cookie equivalent of Santa Claus. I sent boxes of them to Mr. English for our anniversary and Mr. and Mrs. Miami for their engagement. If you love someone in England, you may want to tell them in cookies.