I was walking past St. Phillip‘s booth, and accosted by a young woman bearing a tray of creampuffs. I was forced to accept (really). (Well, not really. But I really liked it.)
I took a look around the place and spoke with them briefly. They have two locations — one in Woodbridge, one in Maple, and plans are underfoot to open one in Toronto (alas, nowhere near where I live).
The creampuff was tasty.
The visuals of some of their cakemanship (I’m sure that’s not a word, but I don’t know how to express the one-up quality and detailing of what they do).
This is the side of their booth. That torso in the dress? A cake.
Clown? A cake. The chocolate brown thing to the right is the closest one comes to seeing a cake-cake.
But I have to call out the luggage.