There exists no better gift on Earth than a treat from Uncle Mike’s. You could propose with an albino tiger covered in diamond-studded platinum chains on a monster truck and still lose your girl to the guy who went and picked up gluten-free cupcakes from Uncle Mike’s. The gift cards to these bake shops are revered as sacred currency by those who receive them. I have two, and they sit in the living room in a shrine woven from Cambodian bamboo and are protected by the ghost of King Arthur of Camelot. I will be giving them to my grandchildren.