I needed a cake for Father's Day, so once again I journeyed to this armory of confections to get one.
I got the cake decorated on the premises. But it's those individual desserts I was not strong enough to resist... that call to sweet Satanic jihad...
It was like a case full of deadly weapons, all of them at my disposal.
Chocolate Butter Cream Lady Lox
Chocolate Yum-Yums. They should be labeled as grenades. Also known as Gobs.
Chocolate French Pastries- moist, sinister little cakes of diet-destroying pleasure.
Half-Dipped Chocolate-Dipped Cookies-These are a requirement. And they are dipped in Sarrissss...
And...
Bananas Foster Cheesecake Bombs. Yes they are called bombs. And appropriate name for a dessert if there ever was one. Sweet terror.
Oh, they make good bread here also, but that's like buying cap guns from an underground arms dealer.
I keep telling myself that I will use these dark weapons against the unlight. Against. Despite that...the side of sin is so seductive...I ordered a few of each and sampled all of them. Or did they sample me?