Where can you find NYC’s most delicious cupcakes? And what is the only term of endearment I can stand, simply because it’s so over the top that it couldn’t possibly be serious? Babycakes, that’s where (what). And what is better than a box of red velvet, banana chocolate chip, and pumpkin cinnamon pancakes? Sneaking that box into the Paris movie theater to see a movie about robots.
Posted by Amy on Wed 22 Aug n 2012 | 3 Comments »