[GUEST POST] ST. PATTY’S 2K10: BOMBED ON ROBICELLI’S FRIED IRISH CAR BOMBS
Effed in Park Slope | Thursday, March 18, 2010 at 6:15AM
When I first read FIPS’ 40,000 posts about fried Robicelli's cupcakes, I thought, “This blog must have so many readers that they can spare a few, because Erica and Meredith are trying to kill my ass.” I mean, FRIED CUPCAKES. Really?
Yes, really.
I’m not ashamed (OK, maybe a little) that I called the Double Windsor three times to ask what time they’d be serving up Robicelli’s Irish Car Bomb confections. Or that I dragged my friends “all the way to Prospect Park West... ugh” to start our St. Patty’s bar crawl with fried goodness and a beer (the way any red-blooded American should on a trumped-up holiday).
After picking my way through the BREEDERS and their green-hatted spawn, listening to my friends bitch about the walk the entire time, and regretting my decision not to get a Shamrock shake on the way, I quietly thought to myself: “These cupcakes better be *really* fucking GOOD.”
When the treats arrived hot from the deep-fryer, I dubiously cut into the zeppoli-looking thing and took a small bite.
O.
M.
G.
The chocolate Guinness cake! The Jameson whiskey ganache! The Bailey's buttercream...all skipping merrily all over my tongue! Oh, FIPS, how could I ever doubt you? I want to marry you...with fried cupcakes dancing around us in celebration! Needless to say, the fried deliciousness was gone in about five seconds flat.
And if I never write for FIPS again, you’ll know I never returned from my trek to the Ridge in search of more Robicelli’s. That or my arteries committed suicide in a balls-out, clogged-up display of pure ecstasy.
Julianne Pepitone is a writer living in Brooklyn. Read more about all her shit here.
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Reader Comments (1)
Julianne, we can't thank you enough for the kind words. Stuff like this makes it all worthwhile. :)
To clarify, we don't have a storefront anymore- we're wholesale and catering only. This allows us to keep making quality small-batch cupcakes, see our two toddlers for more than 10 minutes a day, AND have somewhat of a normal married life outside of baking- family-run businesses are insane juggling acts with far too many balls in the air). You can get our NON-FRIED cupcakes in the Slope at Blue Apron Foods on Union St. Off 7th, and Cafe 474 on 4th Ave btwn 10th and 11th (where, incidently, you can also get the best cup of coffee I have EVER tasted). We're all over Brooklyn and expanding into Manhattan- follow us on Twitter @robicellis to keep up with us.
Thank you so much again for all the love- we love you back. And please do try the non-fried ones. We think they're pretty dope on their own.
-Allison & Matt