We recently celebrated my brother’s birthday (no, he’s not 10, but this is how we roll in our family) and we were kinda excited that our mother had gone out of her way to order a chocolate chip cake from the bakery. Yum!
So when I saw this slice, I scratched my head and said, “Where the hell are the chocolate chips?” (I didn’t actually scratch my head but I did ask where the hell the chocolate chips were.)
Oh. There they are.
Seriously, though, would YOU call this a chocolate chip cake? And the chocolate chip cake is their “specialty,” and, trust me, that specialty comes with a specialty price tag.
Yeah, yeah, I know…first world problems, right?
OK, so it’s not the end of the world, but it’s a bit silly to pay top dollar for a “chocolate chip cake” and get this.