Two years ago, my mom and I took my sister to New York City to celebrate her 30th birthday. We saw Wicked, did some shopping, went to Ground Zero, spent a morning at a spa, and, most importantly… we ate. We ate a lot. For one of our dinners, we took the suggestion from Maggie of Three Many Cooks and went to Co Pane in Chelsea, which is a Jim Lahey restaurant. To say that their pizza is phenomenal is massive understatement; we ordered three different pizzas and devoured them. Our only misstep was stuffing ourselves so full of pizza that we had absolutely zero room for dessert. I cursed my pizza-eating self every time a waiter walked by to bring a slice of their legendary banoffee pie to another table.
I have dreamt about that pie ever since. Believe it or not, I had never even heard of banoffee pie before spying that menu, and then I became totally obsessed with it.
Their version was made with a graham cracker crust, sliced bananas, dulce de leche, coffee whipped cream and ...