Cupcake Perlustration II

Blecch. Rosie's. If I'd wanted a brownie I'd have gotten one. I may file a law suit against them for daring to even call this abomination a cupcake. The cake was almost gummy, flavorless, and dry. The frosting looked really exciting but ended up adhering my tongue to the roof of my mouth for a good three hours until I could gargle with industrial use epoxy debonder. After that I was left with what I can only describe as the taste of some sort of chocolate polymer in my mouth. No good. My husband, whose opinion I did not disregard this time purely because it was the same as mine, also was anti-this-cupcake. Neither of us finished our half, which is pretty shocking. Rosie's = Grossie's.