I was not hungry. At all. But the promise of eating one of London’s best carrot cakes at the Imperial War Museum cafe was a no-brain impossible to resist proposition.
I ate some of it in the queue waiting for my flat white, so keen was I to test it’s claims.
It was beautiful to look at: rich layers of cake and cream cheese sprinkled with fresh grated carrot and chopped pistachios like little green jewels.
But was it the best? For me the trio of creamy layers was too much and made the experience very sweet, but the cake itself was perfect.