Here we go. Another city, another spate of cupcake-focused bakeries. Another bunch of fucking words written like "haute cupcakes" and "an upscale nod to nostalgia". 

Problem is, L.A. must have been asleep for the last fucking decade. The whole cupcake thing has been done to death. I thought we were through the woods, done hearing about how fucking cool and "retro" cupcakes were. I thought we were finished with interviews with the bakery proprietors telling mind-numbing stories about how they found their grandmother's old recipe box in the attic and dusted one of the recipe cards off and lo! there was a glorious cupcake recipe and they just jazzed it up a bit to make it "cutting-edge" and it is the perfect marriage of great memories and contemporary cuisine. 

Fuck L.A. and fuck their cupcakes. And while we're at it, fuck New York's cupcakes too.