Last weekend Wifey and I decided to reward our 5 year old daughter with a cupcake for being so patient as we shopped across the street for curtain fabric at MacFab on Queen Street East. It had been 3 years since I had been in the neighbourhood and 10 years since I had sold my first home just off Degrassi Street. After years of being told the strip would never gentrify, Queen seemed more vibrant than ever — and out of the corner of my eye I spy this shop.
Desmond & Beatrice Bakeshop and Cupcakery
“How long have you been open?” my wife asks. The two women behind the counter could barely contain their excitement when one blurted out, “3 weeks!!!”
As we walked out, with a half-dozen cupcakes, I turned to Ann and said, “that’s a segment on BNN.” Several hours later I demolished two of the treats.
Three days later we had the owner booked to be on The Close and my cheek sported the largest zit since high school. I’m not blaming my lack of discipline. I’m blaming the cupcakes.
And if you ate one — and still had one left — you would too.