Arcadia is not a restaurant or even coffee shop. It's a zen knickknack store in Chelsea with a hand-written sign on the door that mentions: "free mulled cider." Figuring it was from a powder, I didn't expect much while testing tangerine lotions and staring at other luxury thingamabobs I didn't need. (Indonesian shadow puppet?) Then the few ounces hit me like an apple orchard, spiked with all the favorite feel-good spices. (The cloves, cinnamon sticks, and ginger were all sitting behind the counter). This really could have been the best cider I've ever gulped down. "The owner always makes a batch just to hand out whenever." But as mama said, nothing's free. On a mulled cider high, there I was dropping $10 on fancy greeting cards.
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