My got a call from a friend of mine the other night to go out on a cupcake run at about 8:30. You see, my friend – who will remain anonymous so as to protect his identity (got you covered, Marc) - is a chef and has an obsession for these things – plus the fact that his wife had a craving.
I threw on my jacket and met him outside. I hopped into his car and we sped off to the Sweet Tooth Fairy – the place his wife loves - only to discover that they were closed for the evening.
“Ugh, were can we get cupcakes now?” He asked and then added, “Good cupcakes.” Before I could mention any of the local grocery stores with their whipped lard frostings of nastiness.
“There’s a place I saw the other day over by Brigham’s Landing,” I said, “The Cocoa Bean…or something like that.”
We sped across town to find the small café-like shop where, upon walking in, we were greeted by the other patrons with disdainful, crusty looks…it felt like they were prejudging us, and deciding that we just weren't quite worthy of the high caliber cupcakes of said establishment. They returned to their whispered conversations but continued to shoot us covert looks from over their laptops and mochachinos.
What the heck was up with these people?
We bought a half dozen assorted cupcakes and then walked out to the car, still catching the crusty glances from the people in the café.
When we arrived back at my friend’s house, he proceeded to tell his wife about the strange reception we’d received from the regulars. Upon hearing the story she simply asked, “Well, did you guys walk in holding hands or something?”
That’s when it hit me…two grown men walking into a custom cupcake café at 8:30 at in the evening…without a woman in sight?
Yeah, enough said.
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