So we're in line and the board says there are 3 different prices for cupcakes. I'm thinking (stupidly I guess) that there was no way possible that a regular sized cupcake would be $4.50. FOUR FIFTY! Come on! We get our selections, get a soda to share and they ring us up for over $11.00. My husband looks at the girl like she rang us up for 4 cupcakes...but no, just the 2 and a soda. WTF? This had better be the best damn cupcake I've ever had, and I bake some pretty mean all natural organic cupcakes!
We head to the record shop making fun of our little confections which were individually wrapped in a plastic container with a huge sticker on top. That might of been my first clue- most of the price was going to the look of the cupcake, the packaging of the cupcake, the effing sticker. I made fun of it to the record shop guy and he agreed, 'better be the fucking best cupcake ever!'. Well, we hoped...flash forward to 9pm that night. We got out our cupcakes and bit in. My blueberry pancake cupcake had a nice taste, but for $4 freakin 50 I would of thought that the trick of dousing the shrivelled little blueberries in flour first so they didn't sink to the bottom of the cake would of been on the bakers mind. But it wasn't. The cake was moist, the frosting was mapley, but overall not the best cupcake I've ever had. Sigh.