Wouldja believe that Potomac Bakery is 85 years old?
Wouldja believe I'd never been to this location (the first?) before, choosing to do business at the Dormont shop instead?
Wouldja believe that my darling Kay had never before been treated to a bakery cake on her birthday until last weekend?
Woudja believe I'm enough of a Yelp nerd that I specifically chose this PB over the one in Dormont simply because I'd never been to it before and could therefore review it?
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah!
The interiors are meager as was the selection of sweets during my Saturday afternoon cake-retrieval mission. The cake was accurately made according to Kay's specifications: Vanilla whipped cream icing, chocolate batter, shredded coconut around the sides.
The "Happy Birthday Baby Doll" message was my idea. The young lady taking my phone order days before thought it was cute too.
The cake itself was up to the usual level of luxurious moistness I've come to expect. The whipped cream frosting was as ethereal as fallen snow, the coconut adding a mild crunch for texture's sake.
No candles were needed. Kay gawked at the cake after its box was opened, cooing as we dug in.
Also worth noting are PB's colossal and crumbly thumbprint cookies that are filled with a seductive, spirit-corrupting fudge.
PB, ya saved my hide. I owe ya.