The slim appearance further instigated possibility of a mechanical bread or pastry slicer in the production process, for biscotti is sliced and baked twice, making thick cuts more preferable for maintaining intactness. Less rigidity in the loaf would pose difficulty in maintaining narrow, uniform sections.
Chocolate Shortbread: Seemingly identical to the Brown Butter Shortbread in terms of visuals (thickness, coarse sugar coating, circular form), its profile was anything but similar. The stump-like discs were noticeably less dense, even threatening fragmentation under the pressure of firm digits. For the first time ever, I would taste a mild fluffiness in a shortbread cookie. The texture was foreign, yet not unwelcome. Fine cocoa nibs contributed crunch, while mintiness would befall midway through consumption and persist well after the final crumb was devoured.
Matcha Snowball: Snowballs are a classic Christmas treat, yet one that is rarely executed well. Without insight, they can emerge starchy, bland, and unattractively sweet. My dabbling in Sunday Baking's recipes had enabled acquaintance with a nutty, crunchy specimen for easy eating, but the experience was reinvented entirely with Issho. Beyond the inclusion of almond powder were small bits of white sesame - impressively aromatic and oozing of depth. It was a revolutionary addition that promptly rid my memory of any predecessors without it. I swore to incorporate the ingredient into my next batch going forward.
By the time we emerged above ground, the sun had descended. What remained was a receding lining of tangerine, vibrancy gradually suppressed by a sombre navy. The gusty bursts felt along the waterfront proceeded to question our outfit choices, and why scarves and down coats had been shed. By daytime temperatures I had been misled.
Ample space was found along the west side of the concert stage, with a small section to the right separated for skating lessons. An abundance of benches had been arranged along the rink's perimeter for storage and ease of shoe swapping. The primary issue lay with the layout: the loop was compact to start, then converged to a narrow U between the stage and Ann Tindal Park. The lack of width posed a hazard for experienced and new skaters alike, for reduced surface area equated to greater pressure. These deep ridges, in conjunction with slow speeds and the underlying foundation (ie. the ground)'s naturally occurring slope changes, made half of the trail largely unenjoyable. The ice had been formed around trees; despite gymnastic pads wrapped around for safety, the grade difference and non-uniform state of matter offered another obstacle to weave around.
Across from the Goodman Pub and Kitchen - amazingly still standing - was Joe Bird, and behind it Pie Bar.
The Romaine and Kale Caesar arrived with a charred lemon, shaved Parmesan, and garlicy croutons. The top layer consisted of lettuce, while the bottom bits of finely chopped kale. Dressing had been requested on the side, with directions executed as specified.
The Godfather Pizza came with smoky pepperoni cups and a nicely crisped underside. Though, an aspect leaving much to be desired was the inadequate portioning of slices: there was but a light grid perforation, and any further cuts would need be made personally using a fork and knife instead of the traditional pizza roller. Toppings were scarce, yet savoury and spicy in a tolerance sense. The crust was atrociously thick, causing satiation within the first few bites. I attempted complete consumption of a one eighth slice, but surrended at the stiff, starchy outer edge.
We deemed it decent, albeit lacking in comparison to Pie Wood's scrumptious Ultimate Canadian with chili-infused maple syrup.
"Oh no." I thought, recalling our consensus at the start of the meal.
We proceeded with the item, being rewarded with cakey creation possessing moisture-logged layers and nonexistent notes of mascarpone and Kahlua. Moreover, I could not comprehend the use of whipped cream from a can.
The path was narrow, uneven, and faintly illuminated. At either side of the asphalt walkway were LED installations and inflatable creatures. Strings of coloured bulbs dangled from above, while holiday tunes played in the distance, by the stage.
Halfway through the drink, a clump of unmixed powder was spotted. The same applied to that of my dining partner.