Some people go to Washington DC for the history. Some go for the scenery. Some want to be close to the workings of the US Government.
I went for the pie.
Not just any pie. This was Pie Sisters of Georgetown, and they had cuppies. Cup pies. They’re tiny, and adorable, and CUPCAKE SIZED PIES, PEOPLE. I’m pretty sure this is the best idea in the world.
In honor of the not-quite blossoming cherry trees, I got cherry. Now, I usually don’t actually like cherry flavored things. This is because I really, really like cherries – actual, fresh, ripe cherries. The gooey things served in most cherry pastries just taste like poor imitations to me. But this was not only the best cherry pie I’ve ever had, it was possibly the best cherry anything I’ve ever had. It was probably just as well they were out of ice cream, because if that had been any more delicious I might never have been able to make myself leave. The bourbon chocolate pecan was also excellent, but it’s the cherry pie I’m still missing.
After cuppies, it was obviously time for cupcakes. The most famous of DC Cupcakes is, well, the one on the DC Cupcakes show – Georgetown Cupcakes. Reviews seemed to suggest it’s a place whose trendiness outweighs actual tastiness, but I still wanted to give it a try — until I walked by and saw over 100 people in line outside the store.
Look, I admit I occasionally am prone to hyperbole. I describe something as ‘the most amazing food I’ve ever tasted’ at least twice a week. I insist I’m about to faint from hunger when I actually just mean it’s been almost an hour since someone’s given me chocolate. But I swear, this time, I’m not just saying there was a long line. I’m saying I stood there on the counter and counted over 100 people, stretching down most of the block, before I said “Forget this, they have a shop in NYC,” and walked on.
This was, by the way, only a few minutes walk from Pie Sisters, which had a steady stream of customers but no real line. I was tempted to tell the poor waiting souls that they could free themselves from the tyranny of cake and embrace the way of the cup pie. Because CUP PIES.
(No, I’m still not over this.)
But in the end I decided that the Way Of The Cup Pie is something every dessert seeker has to discover for themselves, and headed to Cake Love.
Now, I usually don’t go out of my way for things just because they’re associated with celebrities, but I make an exception for Food Network pastry chefs. Warren Brown was a lawer before he decided what the world really needed more of was love, sweet love — no, wait, I mean cakes made from scratch. (Which really is the same thing, when you think about it.)
I also don’t usually get excited about vanilla cake, but the sample I tried was great. The salty caramel cupcake I had was even better. The frosting was like whipped butter, the cake was dense and tasty, and the salt was piled on top like a mini explosion of goodness.
I should have tried more, but I was still kind of full of pie. There is obviously only one way to correct this mistake. So, who wants to go back to DC with me?