But that all changed when I met my match at Vienna's Cafe Diglas.
I have no idea what it is called, but I think it's pretty popular since you are greeted by a big pan of it when enter the cafe. It's bread pudding (I think), topped with about a meter of meringue, drizzled with caramel, sitting on an ocean of vanilla custard sauce. I lasted about two bites and couldn't take it anymore. It was so sweet! But, since I didn't want to lose my cake-lovin' reputation, I had to carry on and finish it. Yea. It was a long slog, but I made it out alive.
It was a close call. About an hour later I started getting dizzy and sweaty. I thought I was a goner.
I think the dessert broke me. The thought of anything sweet makes me nauseous and I haven't ingested any sugar for eight days. Even thinking about my beloved rice pudding makes me gag. I need a new hobby.