Cakes are things that your grandmother made: flat and hideous, crooked and lumpy - and even if it had heart, heart doesn't taste very good. They wreaked of vanilla, erratically iced with a palsied hand. They were chaos. Disorder. A prime example of entropy.

We do not make cakes.

What you order is an idea, but what we deliver is a masterpiece. The custom desserts we construct are both delicious and beautiful, and perfect for every occasion, event, and catastrophe you can imagine.

Eat Me.

It's not a suggestion.