I’m responsible for writing and photographing some lightweight gastro-porn stories recently. I think it’s because, when I’m travelling for work and don’t really want to be where I am, I try to make the most of the pleasurable opportunities available to me. As a flaneur and indolent dandy, I need to spend some time each day relaxing in a friendly cafe, sampling the coffee and cake, reading, and languidly observing all around me. The novelty of a sticky date cup cake was impossible to ignore.
The Cupcake Bakery on Oxford St in Paddington is a divine refuge, and I urge you to try it.