If you, like me, are saddened by your ability to only purchase egg nog one month out of the year, this is your lucky day. After seeing less apathy more cake‘s photo of it on Chains of Love, I decided I probably couldn’t survive the week without tasting Burger King’s new Cupcake Sundae Shake.
I first tried the BK website, which doesn’t list it on the nutritional information with the other desserts. I then called the BK around the corner from my office, which didn’t pick up their phone. Finally, I spoke to a representative at BK headquarters, who helpfully informed me that it’s a national item that should be available at every location.
On Friday afternoon, some brave co-workers and I ventured out to the BK–which I had never been in up to this point but will now be visiting afternoonly–and to my surprise, actually found a whole sign for it showcased on the menu. New York City, unlike cities in my home state of Ohio, doesn’t seem to be a test market for anything, so whenever I hear about something awesome available in other states, I assume I’ll be able to find it in NYC in 6 months to never.
The only sizes were small and medium, which was a huge disappointment, because although I would’ve never ordered the large or extra-large, it’s important to me that gluttony is at my fingertips if I desire it. I requested the medium, but the cashier informed me only a small was available. And then promptly charged me for the medium, anyway.
It turns out that Burger King’s small is everyone else’s large–which I would’ve known was I a dedicated fast food eater like I should be–so it was perfect. The shake was yellow to accentuate the fact that it’s supposed to taste like yellow cake and had what I thought was an undersized dollop of whipped cream and a pathetic smattering of sprinkles on top.
It turns out that the whipped cream is so dense that it actually sinks into the shake. Even I, a person who claims no amount of sweetness is too intense, thought I could’ve been overwhelmed had there been more. It was like icing and was definitely the best part of the dessert.
The shake tasted really familiar to me, but I couldn’t decide why until I told my co-worker Steve that it was “eggy somehow”, and he asked, “Like egg nog?”
OH, CRAP. Life could not get any better.