I have eaten much cake in my lifetime and I know when to spot a good one. The Cheesecake Shop should be forced to remove the word ‘cake’ from their name as what they sell is NOT cake. In fact, they should be forced to call themselves “The Shop That Sells False Hopes”.
Meanwhile, my cousin who currently resides in Beijing is home (she’s a tall, blonde chick who speaks fluent Chinese, sings Chinese opera like an angel, and plays the chinese flute. Yes… we’re an odd bunch.) and we went for coffee and cake at Boucla in Subiaco. I had been meaning to go here for a long time and had once been there to pick up a cake for a colleague of mine and had to deal with the pain and anguish of not being able to eat any of it. It just wasn’t fair! But my cousin and I made amends and chose a piece of homemade cake each which were significantly larger than we expected. Going halves in two huge pieces of cake doesn’t make you feel any less greedy. But it’s practically my birthday so I don’t care.
Please excuse the very blurry photos as I took them in a dark room with an old iPhone I adopted from my brother on the weekend.
This was my choice – we figured it was healthy because ricotta is a low fat cheese. It was amazing – full of dark chocolate chunks, it was moist, rich and oh-so-good. It was so good that I forgave it for putting icing sugar all over my new black pants. I didn’t care, I was too busy eating chocolate.
Another amazing creation that was so buttery and melt-in-your-mouth. The filo was crisp and the custard did that great squidgy thing in your mouth. It took us 2 hours to have coffee because we had to eat slowly enough to digest and finish the cake. They were too good to leave. Next time I’m feeling depressed and need a hit of cake, I know where I’m going.