Until today that is.
Being the exhibit located closest to the entrance, it was only rational that we made the 1-hour wait our first stop.
Other highlights of the day include spotting a polar bear figure constructed entirely from plastic bags (a waste reduction initiative), overpriced poutine from the Caribou Cafe, and adorable gift shop finds.
And contrary to the drink quality that I had been expecting, both glasses faired pretty well in terms of flavour and consistency.
The only factor I found that required improvement was the service: the waitstaff weren't particularly pleasant nor did they frequent the tables enough to realize that napkins/utensils were needed. It wasn't a member of the waitstaff that had assisted me with the bill, though. Rather, it was an older lady with an elaborately long manicure and a despicably grouchy demeanour.
"What gives?" I thought, as she handed me the receipt and a mutter of a "Happy Good Friday."
The cake suffered a few scratches on the route back home, but still remained in one piece at its time of un-boxing. The buttery fragrance, uniformly browned surface, and stamped logo were all reminiscent of Uncle Tetsu's cult classic dessert; it even featured the infamous paper box and cheesecloth packaging!
Love Me Sweet's rendition boasted an extremely airy texture with a subtle, yet recognizable cheesy aroma. It was fluffy, but also quite dense, causing the cake to crack and crumble upon cutting. Refrigerating the cake didn't yield any signs of improvement - it was still crumbly after 10 hours, but now the surface had dried out as well. Uncle Tetsu doesn't do that; it remains as supple as when it was first purchased.
That being said, I still remain very interested in trying out the other two flavours. The dessert-loving creature within me is desperately hoping that history won't repeat itself, and the next trial will be infinitely better. But for now, I can only wait until a reason is found to venture up further north beyond North York. (While lineup-heavy, Tetsu is conveniently accessible by public transit. Love Me Sweet caters to the driving crowd.)