Friday, March 7, 2008

Cake Cafe



D and I went to the Cake Cafe again. I have to say after my initial grievances with the place, either I have softened or they have upped their game. Either way, I steered clear of the lemon slab. The waiter was trying to push it on me again.

"We have the lemon slice!" he gushes. "Oh it's our most popular"
Me: "Oh yeah I know, I've actually had it before"

To my own shock I said the above with a slight grimace, hoping the waiter didn't notice. Internally thinking: "Lemon slice, again?!Oh no. I want cake!"

So I forego the lemon icing of a cake and went for their closest resemblance to a sponge cake: The Victorian. It tasted good but unfortunately was a bit stale. So I asked for whipped cream with it to mask the hardness. Not bad. Loved the cute little...bee? gnat? insect-icing-thingy on top of the cake. Persuaded D to eat the poor critter's behind, and if not, the thorax. D was having none of it, though.

Ordered the hot choc to drink. Which for a whopping €3.10 came in the smallest of cups. One sip, lots of foam and it was gone.

Price you pay for cuteness I guess.