For many months now, there have been long lineups in front of the Greyhound bus terminal—and no, these folks aren’t waiting for the 8:15 to Niagara Falls. Since last February, Uncle Tetsu has been serving up cheesecakes right next to the bus station, and at 10 bucks a pop, they’re much cheaper than bus fare to Buffalo (where you can probably buy non-cheesy crack for 10 bucks a pop).

But sheeet son, I wouldn’t wait in line for KISS tickets, much less some little cake in a cardboard box—so I waited until winter, when I could just waltz right in there and buy one. And yes, yer only limited to one per person. Who says this guy isn’t looking after your cholesterol ‘n all that good stuff?

(Let’s face it, you probably wouldn’t let ol’ pancake head here babysit your kids.)

The actual cheesecake is about as round and as flat as Uncle’s melon, and in case you aren’t creeped out yet, they even stamped his mug on the cake itself:

So, what do I think about this sugary delicacy that’s making the Asian schoolgirls in this city all goo goo for Pikachu? Well, here’s a newsflash for ya: it tastes like fucking cheesecake. Cheese, eggs, cream, the whole nine yards. I think it’s a little too firm for my liking, and I’d probably put something on top to give it that extra kick, like chocolate sauce, or nacho cheese…but hey, at least I’ve got something to eat for breakfast for the next couple days.