Nothing Bundt Cakes — Restaurant in Georgetown

Good evening, dearest readers, and Happy Easter. Tonight, I bring you a tale of joy, a tale of whimsy… and perhaps even a tale of adventure.

For today, I finally found something I’ve been searching so longingly for— the perfect carrot cake! 🥕 (And a nice lemon 🍋 one, too.)

Allow me to explain.

This Easter Sunday, I accompanied a family member on the search for the perfect treat. We knew the road ahead would be harrowing, with places of food having limited hours of availability, so we had no single destination in mind when we set sail to satisfy our craving for something sweet. We simply got into the car, and drove.

Our journey took us to the lovely Ranch of Wolves —where I recalled that Nothing Bundt Cakes would be, having had their desserts a long while ago, and remembering good things— so, in we went. My loved one spotted the lemon cake, and I took a moment to peruse the sizable (and delicious-looking) selection. I’ll add now that the decor and atmosphere were quite nice for such a small store, very charming indeed!

When my eyes fell upon a certain flavor, carrot, however, my very heart nearly stopped. Tension bloomed in my mind, and a terrible dread began to creep up my spine.

It was time to ask The Question.

“Does your carrot cake have nuts or raisins?”, I ventured, crossing my fingers— and, secretly, my toes. Time almost stood still for a moment. Perhaps only once or twice in my entire life have I heard a good answer to this query, but, for whatever reason, I was feeling hopeful.

When the person serving us replied, readers, I tell you that I nearly fainted on the spot.

“No”, she smiled. And my heart smiled back.

Finally, I thought. FINALLY. I can enjoy this flavor without having to eat around too-sweet, chewy raisins, or nuts of varying flavor and texture. Finally, I can eat carrot cake in its more pure, simple form.

We completed our order after that, taking our cakes to go and sit somewhere nice. A few minutes later, as the afternoon sun shone down on us through the trees, I bit into the best carrot cake I have tasted in many, many years.

Thank you, Grace from the cake...

Idk. I guess I’ll never understand the purpose behind not giving out anything less than good customer service. As an entrepreneur I would never make rude facial expressions and not respond to customers that are polite especially. The workers here seemed upset that I came in to purchase the new Biscoff Bundt cake. After driving 45 min to try it and to walk in excited smiling and thanking them for my order, the employee didn’t even say you’re welcome. No greeting, no smile, no anything, just dry rudeness. Something about patronizing places like this. I’ll be sure to hit return. Could be the reason they don’t get much business after all which is why they were the only location in the vacinity that had the “sold out everywhere” item in stock. Be more pleasant to the customers spending their money to keep your place of employment in business. It’s one of the simplest things you could do for the owner of your employer. After all we go spend our money where we are appreciated. The goal is to make the...

I walked in ordered a large cake and a dozen minis my bill was $91 dollars. Since it was taking so long I told them I would run an errand and come back. While gone the lady that checked me out went home for the day. When I got back they told me unless I could produce a receipt or name the flavor of each mini cake ordered, each freakin favor I couldn’t have my cakes. I told the girl are you freakin kidding right now. I argued with these ignorant people for almost 20 mins before they gave me the cakes. Their employee should have given me a receipt they wouldn’t even look at the charge on my card on my phone for the order. They treated me like I was a thief, someone trying to get a free cake. Who comes in and ask for the exact thing wrapped up if they didn’t pay for it. My time is important too important to deal with ignorance. I WILL NEVER SAT FOOT IN THIS ESTABLISHMENT AGAIN AND WILL TELL EVERYONE HOW I WAS...