tell me what do you think about that, son

midnight-black chocolate cake with thick icing and chocolate shavings; a piece large enough to eat for days.

it's what you get when you're mistaken as The Chocolate Cake Girl, whether you are or not.

Servers will come running up to you as you sit down in a restaurant, your coat half-off your back, a bemused look on your face and the face of your friends, imploring whether you are, in fact, Chocolate Cake Girl. The only correct reply is, naturally, "Can I be Chocolate Cake Girl?"

This question will eventually be answered, but only after you and your companions have forgotten about this episode. As you're standing and leaving, an hour or more later, the same server will come running from the far corner of the restaurant, plate in hand, cake on plate, strain in voice as he says, "Noooo! you can't leave without your cake!"

And so the tale will be told: an anecdote for the ages.


(Heather tells her side of the story here.)