Sara M.
Yelp
It was a bright sunny day, my friend Marleny and I were exploring the Fordham area of the Bronx without much entertainment. It seemed that everyone was cut from the same piece of thread... boring. Everyone dressed the same, the stores all sold the same things.
Our senses were underwhelmed by our surroundings, so we made a few turns, walked up this block and down this block until we saw a bakery.
Me: wanna go in?
Marleny: no, I'm not in the mood to be disappointed.
Me: shut up, let's go.
So we walked in and looked around, it looked like a pretty typical bakery, cakes and cookies and coffee and stuffs... but... um... wait... they were Mexican? What you must understand in that I grew up in a Dominican neighborhood and think that all bakeries with elaborately designed cakes in the window to be Dominican bakeries. I was proven wrong. But it felt oh so right.
Being adventurous we order a tres leche cake (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tres_leches_cake) and some coffee. Now, I've had some banging a$$ tres leches so I was skeptical. But then I ate it. And then I was in love. It was perfect in every way.
Moist but not gooey.
Sweet but not cavity inducing.
Perfection.
And that's not all they make that's awesome. During a Superbowl party my friends got me a birthday cake from that bakery and it was delish!
If you are ever in the area, do yourself a favor and get me a tres leche cake... I mean, get YOU one... and me.