That is what happens when 9 out of 10 times, you preach commitment and loyalty, ordering “your usual” … and the only 1 time you decide to “try something new,” you take a bite and think to yourself, I iz Moron.
After dinner, we had dessert at Canele, Robertson Quay, throwing all out all chocolate, praline, hazelnut, caramel, gateau - only options.
Barcelona, an almond chocolate sponge layered with orange caramel and dark chocolate orange mousse, topped with a chocolate macaron and blood orange jelly.
Never one to like fruits infused in chocolate, I was hoping to be “pleasantly surprised” but charmed I was not.
Exotique, a passion fruit banana sorbet with chocolate almond cookie (you’re not a crumble!) and dark sinister chocolate shards.
Sad. To me, Exotique would have flown if the passion fruit had be paired with white chocolate – the pushover in the chocolate world, the “Doug” of the Talking Dog pack; otherwise, there’s too much of a conflict.
My dear Nogautine, I shall never cheat on you again.