Why is it that red velvet cupcakes invariably disappoint? Like, I always THINK they're gonna be killer--just a big old plate of migraine-making chocolate with some sexy cream cheese frosting on the side. So I buy. Dash to my car. Rip open the boxlet. Take out the cupcake. And taste.
And feel . . . like I could spend my calories in more satisfying ways.
After which I eat the whole thing.
I drove out to Diva's on 33rd South--another cupcake, sandwich place--and bought the red velvet. It was fine. But not quite fine enough. (Have to say Diva's is a pretty cute place, though.) I think my favorite red velvet is still the one at Mini's, although they have to go and screw things up a little by putting chopped pecans on the frosting.
MEMO TO THE WORLD: Please do not chop your pecans and put them on my food crap. Thank you.