I REMEMBER the first time I tried macarons - it was in France, home of the itty bitty, pretty meringues, and I thought they were average. I think to the people I was with, I had essentially arrived at the motherland that welcomed me and spat on the doorstep.
Fast forward to the present, I’ve left virtually all travel plans to Maria and Iris. Laduree is the only store I insist upon, and is in fact the second place we, visit considering its close proximity to where we were staying. Living in the CBD was such a dream.
Gosh they’re pretty.
Sometimes all I really want from a macaron store is their packaging.
La Belle Miette definitely trumps with sizing of macaron to box.
Among the numerous flavours we tasted at Laduree, citron lemon was my favourite. It was like a zingy tart with the characteristics of a quality macaron: crisp and slightly chewy. Coffee fell flat on its face, tasting like cheap syrup.
Prices were ridiculous, about the same for a cup of coffee for one macaron. It’s their hype and price inflation that led to my conclusion Laduree macarons are for gifting and/or aethestic indulgences, not gastronomical enjoyment.
500 George Street, Sydney
Quick pit stop. I think their hand might have slipped when they were aerating the milk.
Shop11, the strand arcade
Standing room only. Their milk jugs have the most angular spouts I have ever seen…but our lattes became flat whites. Not that it’s a big deal that will have me fuming and asking for a refund (did I ever tell you about the time I made a short black for a patron? That incurred a refund.) I just like the creamy froth. Nice cocoa finish.
Usually I’m meticulous about chronological posting, but that hasn’t gone too well recently. Maybe I’ll whisper to you about burgers next, maybe I’ll let the explicit photos at Aria do the seducing.
Catch you for the next post.