Bono had a song about the cupcake, and he may have wrote it at the Cupcake Cafe. Of course that is a jest.
The irony here is that I tend to dislike eating cupcakes, and to be frank, rarely eat them. I mandated against eating sugar, in my early 20s.
Thus said, this irony ends when one learns of the espresso served and the ambiance that it can be ingested in, at the Cupcake Cafe (9th Ave, Manhattan).
Their selection of art is in the direction of the exquisite. They are overtly displayed as such, as well as hung here and there.
The discovery of the Cupcake Cafe in Fall of 2011, was a good one. In all places I have had extended time in, from as far north as Orono Maine….or Lithuania’s capital Vilnius, south to Banjul Gambia, to as far East as Hanoi, Vietnam, I seek until I find contenting cafes, with exceptional coffee, and ambiance.
My blog about this with more photos.