Big ol' pie

... which serves as further proof that quantity is by no means indicative of quality.

Puffintoad and I were delighted by the sheer enormity of the pie. It was large. Large and in charge. It commanded our attention and demanded that we order a slice. Each. We couldn't think clearly under its influences, so we did.

No photos could do it justice. It was like trying to take a picture of the Eiffel tower; how can you take a picture of something that big when you're up that close? I tried taking a shot with a dime balanced on the edge of the plate for size reference.

As far as flavor was concerned, it just tasted like cream that had been whipped up with some cocoa. I opted not to finish mine and brought it home. Puffintoad bravely ate the whole thing and then proceeded to feel ill and lose sleep because of it.

So was it good? Not really. But it was big.