Yes, it's true. While in London my dad went in search of the perfect cupcake. You see, he had read about this place called Violet before he made the journey. Opened by an American girl who used to be the pastry chef at Chez Panisse in Berkeley, Violet was a treat!
On a postcard smudged with frosting, dad wrote: "Now. let me say, that the chocolate cake with violet frosting was a dream. The chocolate cake with sea salt caramel frosting was a smutty dream. But the almond polenta with plum topping made the six hour flight, 3 subway changes, and the long trek to Violet fade into mist."
