One of the perks of staying with someone who has recently shattered his ankle (requiring surgery and five screws) is the endless parade of "get well" baked goods that make their way through the front door. You name it--lemon bars, banana bread--Adam was given (and I sampled) it all.
Photo courtesy of roboppyOne night during my and J's visit, the delivery was a box of cupcakes from Billy's Bakery, a name which was new to me as an Angeleno.
Upon opening the box, we all oooh-ed and aaah-ed over how perfectly each cupcake was frosted and how positively pillowy the frosting appeared. Just look at 'em!
As a cupcake connoisseur and red velvet fanatic, I was unsure of what to expect from Billy's red velvet cupcake--the first flavor we sampled. There seemed to be a lot of frosting on that little cupcake...How would it compare to those from Sprinkles?...
As my teeth sunk first through the sweet, whipped frosting and then the incredibly light and airy cake, all thoughts floated from my mind and Billy's Bakery became my new gold standard for cupcakes.
Admittedly, my and Adam's cupcake eating style was somewhat primitive. We'd take a bite, involuntarily moan, and then hold it out for someone else to take their first bite (which was then followed by their own involuntary moan). A PLATE AND FORK WOULD ONLY WASTE PRECIOUS CUPCAKE-EATING TIME. We then repeated the process for the carrot cake cupcake.
Adam takes the first bite of the carrot cake cupcake
There was universal agreement throughout the house that these were the lightest cupcakes that had ever graced our palates--they simply crumbled in your mouth. Furthermore, the flavors were crisp, clean and pure; they all tasted like my dream version of each flavor. *Sigh* From here on out, all cupcakes will only stir a longing for...Billy's Bakery.
184 9th Ave.
Between 21st and 22nd St.
(212) 647- 9956
75 Franklin St.
Between Broadway and Church St.