As a last hoorah for summer, Ian and I set sail on a road trip out west to South Dakota to gaze upon the stone faces of Theodore Roosevelt, Abraham Lincoln, Thomas Jefferson, and George Washington. Along the way, we’re stopping in a few ports. We first anchored in Omaha, Nebraska to visit our mateys Adam, Kelly, and their wee lass, Teagan. She sure can hold her milk.
As we neared Omaha, we researched cupcake joints on our AyePhone. The compass pointed to Cupcake Island, “Omaha’s First and Only Cupcake Shop.” Since they’ve opened, at least one other cupcakery has set up shop in the Omaha area. Good thing they coined their motto first. We entered the address in our magical map (a.k.a., Jack the GPS) and it spoke to us, “You will arrive four hours prior to sunset (i.e., 4:00pm).” Cupcake Island closes at 4pm on SatARRday. Bloody!
Fortunately, the breeze was with us and Ol’ Gray pulled into their harbor at 3:50pm. They only had two cupcake flavors left—Key Lime and Piña Colada. Exotic. We threw down a gold coin and took them both.
The Piña Colada cupcake consisted of a vanilla cake, frosted with a thin layer of buttercream frosting and topped with shredded coconut pieces. The vanilla cake was dry and the flavor of the buttercream frosting was indistinguishable. Where’s the pineapple? Apparently, the cupcake was supposed to have some rum flavoring as well. I tasted none. Where has all the rum gone?! My favorite part of the cupcake was the tiny umbrella (the ones they put in tropical drinks) perched on top.
The Key Lime cupcake was better. The vanilla cake was moister than the previous cupcake and had a tart, slightly bitter key lime filling. It was topped with a sweet lime buttercream frosting and a lime-shaped gummy candy.
Cupcake Island was made to be a sweet escape. We only tried two flavors so I can’t pass too much judgment. If they were almost sold out by the end of the day, Cupcake Island must satisfy Omaha’s sweet tooth.
If you want to hear about the cupcakeries we tried in Denver and Estes Park, I’ll post something the very next time we make port.
Sidenote: September 19 is National Talk like a Pirate Day. Savvy? Below is a pirate joke for you:
A pirate walked into a bar and he had a steering wheel attached to his crotch.
The bartender asked, “Doesn’t that bother you?”
The pirate replied, “Argh! It drives me nuts!”