The cakes soon arrived.
"Here's your Tiramisu..."
"Bitter Chocolate..."
the waiter set the last cake down with a professional flourish.
"and your Auntie Amy",
I stared blankly at the cake before bursting into laughter right in front of him.
I usually try to only laugh behind people's backs but this was too much.
apparently Cafe Cartel is into localising their New York creations.
Auntie Amy! rocks on.
i think being mean doesn't pay off. later that night a friend sent me this. i didn't know to laugh or cry.

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