Sacha's Cakes 5.43

It couldn't be more tempting "about us" then sharing the sweet words from an old fan of Sacha's Bakery Cakes.
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I remember Sacha's Cakes a palace where as a child, I would sit quietly behind the counter and watch the most extraordinary cakes pass before my nose. What was this place where Superman could rub shoulders with the Little Mermaid? How did a rectangular slab of cake suddenly transform itself into a multi-layered festival of flavours and colours? Who were the wizards who made this happen? These were just some of the questions I asked myself as I munched on leftover patties.

But the most important question was: where did all those cakes actually go? I quickly realised that what made Sacha's Cakes special was not simply the artisans who produced the cakes, but the lines of customers waiting to buy them. Age was no impediment to cake-buying: middle-aged men, desperately seeking cakes for their wives, could be as demanding as a gaggle of spoilt and tearful children. Everyone wanted a piece of Sacha's Cakes. They wanted the crazy cake designs; they wanted the webs of icing. And, most of all, they wanted a little piece of Sacha's Cakes magic.