some people can tell a good cupcake from a not-so-good one. i can only speak for myself — they all taste the same to me.
sometimes i even wonder why i bother to post stuff about food when i’m not so much into food as i am into the whole experience of spending quality time with the people i happen to spend it with.
but i can’t help it. the cupcakes look so pretty they deserve all the airtime they can get:
these babies are from cupcaken, by the way. it’s this new pastry shop at banawa that’s getting all the raves from cupcake fanatics who would swear up and down that it serves some of the best cupcakes in town.
i can only tell you that the place is nice. you can bring your friends there to hang out and eat cupcakes galore like you’re having the grandest cupcake party because their furniture is butt-friendly too.
aside from the obvious fact that they are photogenic, i can’t really tell you much about the cupcakes. that would be like asking a group of whale sharks how they want their steaks done. however, if push comes to shove and my life depended on that one comment about those cupcakes, i’d probably say they’re pretty good. and i don’t mean that in a so-so way. i mean that in a good way. you know, like, they’re good in a good way. something to that effect.
but really, they all taste like cupcakes to me.