Many years ago, my wife and I stumbled across a memorable article called “The Great American Pie Expedition” in the New Yorker. The article, which recounted the author’s road trip searching out cafes, bakeries and restaurants that made great pies, inspired us to take sometimes lengthy side trips hoping to share in the fruit of her discoveries. In Uniontown, Pennsylvania the owners of a small diner told us: yes, they remembered the author, a “divorced lady” who stopped by several times. In Oseo, Wisconsin, the pies helped us endure the constant crying of our then-11 month old, who turned out to have his first ear infection.
I’d trade even the very best of them for the pies at Greenwich Village Café & Bakery in Greenwich (pronounced “Green-witch”), New York, which my wife happened upon during our month-long stay in a one bedroom apartment in a converted barn thirty miles east of Saratoga. The raspberry pie is tops in my book, the blueberry a close second. We’ve had an excellent peach pie, and there are blackberry, banana cream, cranberry walnut and twenty others as well. My favorite word in “The Great American Pie Expedition” is “bilious,” which is how I too feel after weeks of wonderful pies. But for those who have world enough and time, and happen to be in this neighborhood, I’d recommend trying every pie Greenwich Village Café & Bakery has to offer.