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Foodgasm of the Day – American Cupcake

A few months ago I blogged about wanting to go to American Cupcake on Union St. in SF. Wish I could say it was everything I expected and more but I can’t. Nevertheless, it wasn’t bad and I got to spend some QT with one of my besties.


Honestly, the best part of my meal was my strawberry milk, complete with fresh strawberries.


For appetizers we got tator tots (boring) and the trio of balls, which were potato, corn, and beer batter beignets (best was the potato which came with sour cream).



Christian had mac & cheese, and I opted for a grilled cheese sammich and tomato soup because I wasn’t that hungry. Otherwise, I would’ve tried the red velvet fried chicken.


The food is your typical comfort/carnival food. They have deep fried oreos, whoopee pie, candy apples, cotton candy, hot dogs, and more. I’ve had better, but it was definitely filling. If anything, the ambiance is definitely fun and it makes for a cute date spot for cocktails and desserts. I wanted to try a cupcake/beer/wine flight but was too stuffed so we headed out.

I’ve always wanted to be like one of those cool girls that take pictures of their outfits but quite frankly, I really don’t dress that cute lol. However, I did like my outfit today so here’s my attempt. If I was really cool, I would’ve taken of my jacket so you could actually see my top (short in front, long in back) and pants but I fail. And yes, I blocked out my face ‘cuz I don’t know how to take pictures by myself without making a weird face. I tried to look “normal,” and ended up looking constipated. Once again, I fail.


High-waisted khakis and purse H&M, top F21, denim jacket Ross (I think? I've had it for like, 8 years maybe!), aviators Top Shop, wedges Kenzie


These one of my favorite pair of wedges btw. I wore them during my college graduation and were a gift from my mom. I love the corduroy and corset detail in back!


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