Seriously, we get it. Back when home-baked goods were still allowed, our moms brought cupcakes to school (except me, because my birthday's in summer, and I'm still scarred from that).
Now we can stop in pretty much any bakery and enjoy a taste of childhood for merely $3.50 a pop. Can we please be done with the cupcake fad now?
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Apparently not. New Yorkers can now order manly cupcakes, cupcakes made
for the kind of man who comes home from his rugged construction job,
takes off his size 13 work boots, cracks open a domestic mass-produced
beer and tucks into a huge grilled steak with no visible vegetables.
Right. That kind of man is not going to order anything from a place
called Butch Bakery and is certainly not going to be home to accept the
delivery, not when there are buildings to be constructed, big macho pickup trucks to be
driven, and enormous sewer rats to be offed with a .30-06.
Butch Bakery has this going for it: their cupcakes appear, from
pictures, to actually be more cake than frosting, a rarity these days as
the confections become obscene priapi of artery-clogging
buttercream. The chocolate dome toppers need help, though. While the camo
topper is very manly, houndstooth is pretty prissy, guys. The Burberry-like check
will be very popular with the tens of thousands of British chavs racing
their Hondas along the Bowery, except for the niggling little detail that the entire product is
called “fairy cake” by Britons.
Nevertheless, if you were living under a rock and didn't actually overdose on cupcakes
two years ago, Butch Bakery's website says they're planning to ship
nationwide sometime this year.
