When I was finally awaken by a bright beam in my face, I jumped out of bed instantly. We were about to be late to see Sunday Baking - er, Stay Sweet. It was the duo's final day of operating out of Dessert Lady, and I had been giddy all week. As we neared, I notified the team of my anticipated arrival time, as discussed when the pre-order period had just closed, only to discover that they had sold out of all macarons.
"We'll do pop-ups!" were truly reassuring words to hear.
A few parties had begun to cluster about the entrance, as entry into the restaurant was staggered. During our brief wait, a screening questionnaire was to be completed; the QR code was pasted on the door for easy access.
Delivery of drinks, on the other hand, was unthinkably speedy. An Espressocino was delivered within a matter of seconds, a flawless Rosetta adorning its crema canopy. The beans were relayed to be roasted in-house, Rustica with "bitter, chocolatey" notes.
The same would apply to the Fiori di Pero, a seasonal, lime-centric cocktail with copious amounts of ice and indiscernible buzz.
The meal commenced with the Insalata di Pesche, a refreshing blend of baby arugula, purple cabbage, and Ontario peaches. Candied macadamia nuts contributed a sweet crunch, while proscuitto a delectable savouriness. The sole flaw: a request for vinaigrette to be placed on the side was neglected, leading to slick greens in each mouthful.
Presented in a plump glass container with a side of shovel-like spoons (or spoon-like shovels), we deemed its contents out of alignment with the ten-dollar price tag. Nevertheless, there was enlightenment to be found in the distinctly delineated layers of luscious sabayon, coffee-infused ladyfingers, and unmistakable dusting of bitter cocoa powder.
Dark with dehydrated jasmine flowers and Milk with Yuzu and Cashews. The detour resulted in a whopping twenty-four-dollar bill and perky magenta paper bag.
- Mojito Tart
- Deux Cheese Tart
- Canele Summer Set
The tart was recommended as the shop assistant's personal favourite. It assumed rank as our conclusive pick of the batch, though nonetheless warranted no further revisits.
Paris-Toronto was acquired with lofty anticipations, but was regrettably deemed the most dismal of them all. The bottom layer was rigid (albeit crunchy), followed by a stiff slab of chocolate, then a sticky softness of sorts. Excessively sweet with reminders of storebought pecan pie, the concoction failed to live up to its intricate appearance and luxurious price tag. Topping the tacky twirls on its surface were bitter segments of hazelnut peel and untoasted morsels of the nut, both of which lacked in aroma.
Sweet, gummy insides with a fine honeycomb structure were observed in their cross-sections; the outsides were initially crunchy, but not unsusceptible to dampness permeating from the fillings. I was quick to conclude them as inferior to Issho, as they were edible without being incredible. The first bite did not beckon for more, while its texture grew denser with each successive chew.
Lemon Basil was more sugary than it was tangy, with minimal notes of lemon. Ispahan bore the familiar presence of raspberry, yet was, once again, less than memorable. Coffee was as expected, adopting a dark, roasted profile. Peanut Butter Cassis could simply not be recalled
Bonne Nouvelle was also home to madeleines and cookies exceeding three dollars per piece. The sight of flies landing on the uncovered specimens eliminated all desire to engage in purchase; evaluation of the acquired roster affirms antipathy for the pastry shop.