You knew it was coming. There are few Torontonians more paradoxically in love/hate with their hometown than me, but nevertheless I maintain a sense of pride for Hogtown/the alternatingly best-worst city in Canada. When I travel, I inexplicably and annoyingly constantly refer back to the virtues of my city, while ironically, at home I do nothing but bitch about how badly I want to be traveling instead.
Escapism aside, there are really only three reasons why I travel:
1) photography (check)
2) clothes (check)
After falling in love with The Cupcake Shoppe in Toronto earlier this year, I was anxious quell my inner foodster once more and try Magnolia’s version to see how it stacked up (like the rest of the world, Lazy Sunday was my introduction).
Here are the Cupcake Shoppe’s versions:
|– flavoured buttercream icing (mint/choco combo, A+ and raspberry was key)
– cool sprinkles (Nerds, gummy bears, Runts)
– short wait time
– marble cake
|– too dense cake
– other stuff to butter ratio, 1:1
– can manage one cupcake before wanting to puke
|– convenient park nearby to sit and eat (although I had the misfortune of having a pigeon shit on me from an overhanging branch while eating said cupcakes)
– fluffy cake
– choc/choc combo was amazing. I would go back for these
– other stuff to butter ratio, 2:1
– can manage three before nausea kicks in
|– long wait
– shitty icing that they mistakenly named buttercream
– too sweet
– limited selection
|The Winner: Cupcake Shoppe
So even if Toronto stands in as a second-rate facsimile for New York in film production, culture, music, art, education and atmosphere, at least we can say we have better cupcakes.
PS: Maybe I’m just being a sourpuss because I walked 30 mins in hot-as-balls weather to get to this place and built it up in my head. Whatevs.