MissToodles
dead peasant
Ever ate at a restaurant or cafe or had something that didn't live up the masses praises? For example I don't like lobster (don't kill me svs!) and feel it's bland, even with lots of drawn butter.
Another example:
On our anniversary, my honey & I went to a bakery. Not just any bakery but one promoted by the mistress of hype--Oprah Winfrey. You'd think she had a religious ephinany when describing her first bite into their red velvet cake. If Oprah who is worth a gazionilly billondjy
So we both went to Wimp's Bakery in Harlem. First bad sign: Someone placed masking tape over the prices. Apparently they thought they could warrant a price hike. $5.50 for a slice of cake! We both turned to each other at the same time and said "It better be good".
I ordered red velvet cake, K. ordered his favorite, german chocolate. The slice was small. I prepared for visions of Buddha, Allah, the Virgin Mary after my slice. The first bite came. Dry. Dry, Dry! Dry cake and it scimped on the frosting. Ever eat a Drakes' Devil Dog? Yes it was dryer than a devil dog. Would good frosting matter if the cake itself was lacking? Hard to tell. It was like a cotton ball, sucking all the moisture from my mouth. I doused my mouth with plenty of diet root beer.
Needless to say, K. wrote an email to the owner the next day. She wrote back a few weeks later, offering him a free slice! A free slice of lousy overpriced cake. He actually contemplated going back. It reminds me of the old joke "The food was bad and the portions were terrible".
So don't listen to Oprah.
Another example:
On our anniversary, my honey & I went to a bakery. Not just any bakery but one promoted by the mistress of hype--Oprah Winfrey. You'd think she had a religious ephinany when describing her first bite into their red velvet cake. If Oprah who is worth a gazionilly billondjy
So we both went to Wimp's Bakery in Harlem. First bad sign: Someone placed masking tape over the prices. Apparently they thought they could warrant a price hike. $5.50 for a slice of cake! We both turned to each other at the same time and said "It better be good".
I ordered red velvet cake, K. ordered his favorite, german chocolate. The slice was small. I prepared for visions of Buddha, Allah, the Virgin Mary after my slice. The first bite came. Dry. Dry, Dry! Dry cake and it scimped on the frosting. Ever eat a Drakes' Devil Dog? Yes it was dryer than a devil dog. Would good frosting matter if the cake itself was lacking? Hard to tell. It was like a cotton ball, sucking all the moisture from my mouth. I doused my mouth with plenty of diet root beer.
Needless to say, K. wrote an email to the owner the next day. She wrote back a few weeks later, offering him a free slice! A free slice of lousy overpriced cake. He actually contemplated going back. It reminds me of the old joke "The food was bad and the portions were terrible".
So don't listen to Oprah.
