We're New Englanders. We didn't know what "Buttercake" was. So when we saw it in the case at the Flying Monkey in Reading Terminal, it looked great and we bought that and chocolate butter cake. Holy cow. It was amazing. Both flavors were a little taste of heaven. A butter explosion. You can bet your butt when we go back down there we'll be picking up more butter cake.
The whoopie pies were so moist and the cream inside had to be butter cream. Unreal. This place is dangerous and my doctor would surely advise me to stay away.
But I won't. I'm heading back. First chance I get.
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