I used to live in the West Village, and let me tell you, walking past Magnolia bakery on your way to and from work every day is disastrous. The last thing in the world I would have needed is a free cupcake. But now that I live in Brooklyn and have lost the ten pounds I gained during that six month sublet, I can't think of anything better. Only catch is, in order to get your free cupcake, you have to buy something at the newly opened Coach store down the street. This is bad because it means supporting the outdoor mall that now lives on Bleecker, but good because you can get cute shoes (without c's please) and a delicious pink cupcake. Just please don't eat it on Carrie Bradshaw's stoop.