Sometimes it’s the utter beauty of a snack or food that makes you remember that cooking, baking and brainstorming flavors is a goddammit art.
Le Macaron made me remember that oft-overlooked fact. If you’re one of these brainwashed, trend-seeking foodophiles, then you’ve succumbed to the macaroon - THE cookie of the moment (yes macaroons are freakn’ cookies, get over it).
Bitchiness aside, these macaroons were incredibly good. We ordered the Sicilian pistachio and the blue currant. The bonbons took me back to a chocolatier in Budapest with their elaborate details; Gastrodamus ordered one pumpkin and one s’mores.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH bread pudding! It’s my kryptonite, I can’t NOT order it whenever I see it on a menu. Sure giving in and eating the entire thing will make my zipper embed itself into my lower tummy creating a Frankenstein-like scar when I take them off later that night, but I’ll gaze at my protruding belly and smile when I remember the caramel greatness. Maybe I’ll even grab and jiggle it a la Honey Boo Boo and say some sassy one liner like “Everybody a little bit fat-ass.”
The gang (Gastrodamus, Black Angus and #ogccpg) finished off dinner at Passion Fish with two desserts, I’m proud to show that the bread pudding was one of them. And may I add, one of the best I’ve had. I loved how they flame torched the shit out of the top creating a creme brulee style sugar crackling that made me wish chicharrones came in caramel-bread instead of pork.
During one of the days when we wandered through the streets of Prague, we saw the most adorable bakery from the corner of our eyes. Mint painted shutters and all, resistance was useless. I ordered the pistachio cake which I realized also had layers of marzipan cake and creme. To die, just to die.
Dear Baby Jesus,
Please bless the chef and cook at Ni.Do Caffe for creating the bestest gnocchi ever this side of Miami. And although my face melted off from its sheer deliciousness and I seriously went over the daily allowed caloric intake, I accept the penitence of immobility due to belly overabundance. Props to your dad, god, for creating San Marzano tomatoes and billowy potato dirty pillows.
P.S. Sorry for constantly using your name in vain and stuff. Moses should have seriously written that commandment off when you were looking the other way to burn another bush.
Gastrodamus and I found ourselves nearing 4:15pm without having a bite of anything in our stomachs an entire day but wanting to try somewhere new. This gave us the perfect opportunity to try the neighborhood mozzarella bar Ni.Do for lunch.
Calamari salad from Ni.Do Caffe. Farro, eggplant, sun dried tomato, arugula drizzled with balsamic dressing. Simply said, quite freaking delicious.
Octopus salad from DB Bistro
Octopus, marcona almond puree, orange slices, arugula and black olives. The almond puree was quite a pleasant and welcome surprise.
Australian rack of lamb from DB Bistro
Some merguez sausage, sauteed swiss chard, petit farcis niçois, and rosemary lamb jus. To be completely honest everything with the exception of the actual rack of lamb was amazing, the cut of meat was amazing and tender but the flavor was just sort of “ok” The reigning champ for rack of lamb is still Buena Vista Bistro.