It’s madness, I tell you!Posted on 3 June 2011 | 2 comments
“Georgetown Cupcake’s Line Now Policed by Off-Duty Cops,” reads the blog headline. And I don’t get it. I’ve seen the line, and I don’t get it. I really don’t. Humanity mystifies me. I’ve had their cupcakes, and they’re pretty good as far as cupcakes go, but they’re no better than the cupcakes from the dozen other cupcake stores in the area. I’m not kidding. You can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a cupcake shop these days. Okay, I haven’t tried all of the cupcake stores, but I’ve tried several. They’re all about the same to me. Enjoyable with slight variations in size, presentation, and flavors, but about the same. So I don’t get the line. Well, I sort of do because of the TV show, but I watched two episodes and couldn’t watch any more. I felt ashamed and embarrassed for the sisters (or whatever their relationship is). It was that bad. Really, really bad. Made me ashamed to be the same species.
Did you know there’s another cupcake shop about 2 blocks away from Georgetown Cupcakes? Baked and Wired is it’s name. I’ve been there once, and they’re good. Actually, if I were ranking cupcakes (which is hard because I can’t really tell the difference), I’d rank Baked and Wired higher.
So I’m baffled by the line. Cupcakes, people! Cupcakes! There are very few things I stand in line for, and rarely do I do it voluntarily, but a cupcake is absolutely positively not one of them. Cupcakes!
Our neighborhood finally got a cupcake shop. It’s called Hello Cupcake. There’s at least one more around here by that name. I don’t think I’ve tried the other store yet. Maybe I have. If it’s the one up near the National Cathedral, I’ve tried it. I don’t remember the name of that one. Anyway, since this one is just down the street I’ve been meaning to stop by and grab a cupcake or two, even though I’m just not that into cupcakes. Because I’m a lemming. But if there’s a line, I guarantee I won’t stop. Because, come on, it’s a cupcake!