One early spring evening, I passed by this tiny cupcake shop on the corner of 12th and Chestnut Streets in Philadelphia. I stopped in to scope it out. The lone worker, a middle aged man, told me they accepted cash only, and I had none on me. I took no photos, but a menu. I finally went back for a taste of the Philly Cupcake in July. It was scrumptious, but I would need to taste more to give my full review. Photography-wise, it was a splendid experience. I happened to arrive with a tour group and chose the worst possible time to snap photos. The tiny cafe was packed with people and I elbowed my way right up to the glass of the cases. Moments later, after I photographed all the cupcakes in the cases, everyone was gone and I had the place to myself. But to me, the hype is felt through the photos – no one likes a lonely cupcake.
This is the cupcake I had. It was a vanilla cake with vanilla icing. It was drizzled in caramel with chunks of Twix bars on top! It was somewhat impossible to take a bite at first, I had to lick some of the icing off and eat some of the Twix. But it was a pleasant experience none the less!!