I've been chuckling at the people standing in line at Georgetown Cupcake for four years. See here. And if you could see into my head, you would see my "Y'all are all crazy" thoughts harboring just below the surface every time I drive past the long line of people who stand there everyday, rain or shine, waiting for their cupcake fix.
Last week, I suddenly had a change of heart and my general avoidance of Georgetown Cupcake turned into a curious desire to actually set foot (gasp!) into the shop and see for myself what the hysteria levels were like.
So we went. We saw. We tasted. We conquered. We left.
All in all, I don't know what the hype is all about. But my date was looking mighty cute so that was good. The cupcakes were ok. I do think the strawberry cupcake I had was pretty good. Not other worldly -- you have to save that rave review for anything you put into your mouth from Baked and Wired. But the strawberry was pretty good.
Side note: At one point, I suggested "Strawberry" as a possibly middle name for our child. Don't tell anyone that.
Back in October, we found out we were having a baby girl by giving the envelope from the sonogram tech to the barista at Baked and Wired with the instructions of packing a chocolate cupcake if it's a boy, and a strawberry cupcake if it's a girl.
It was a strawberry cupcake. So I guess I've had a thing for them ever since. But we probably shouldn't name our child Strawberry. Maybe a horse? Like Strawberry the horse in Narnia!