They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach…thank goodness I can bake a cake…not much else mind, but my baking is passable, so there is hope for me yet.
A hotel made of cake?? What a quirky idea, and where better placed than in Soho, originally home to Cox, Cookies and Cakes, one of the sexiest cake shop that ever was with its neon signage and black shiny perspex stands covered in edible treasure, a very sassy, sexy cake shop created none other than Patrick Cox and master Patissier Eric Lanlard, and believe me these little beauties tasted equally as good as they looked, I tried and tested quite a few…
So a hotel made form cake with edible books, and why not? Its just the same as the novelty shaped chocolate that we find in souvenir shops…only on a much larger scale, so big in fact it could engulf you.
How very ergonomic. Imagine a room that was edible, the connotations it could conjure up. How would your perspective on reality be distorted, and what would your relationship be like with food after if you over indulged. [I only question that, after being stuck on the A27 in a freak snow blizzard last week for 7 and a half hours, with only a packet of strawberry bonbons for company, once my favorite sweet treat…now? Now I can’t even bear to look at them.]
On that note long gone are the days when food was a mere a necessity to survive; now it has sex appeal and lots of it…
For example the delights held with in the sumptuous Choccywoccydoodah give perfect example of this….mmmm. From voluptuous mini chocolate burlesque dancers to oversized cascading cakes topped with Sailor Jerry inspired text, and not forgetting the kitsch white chocolate Persian kitties! Although a few cuddles with one of them and things really could get quite messy!
Photo credits:
http://metro.co.uk/2013/03/19/cake-hotel-opens-up-for-sweet-dreams-in-soho-for-one-night-only-3549331/
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