Arriving back in New Zealand at an ungodly hour of 5am in the morning, I spent the past day lazing around in bed and trying (to no avail) to avoid thinking about the onslaught of tests and assignments that’s about to attack me like a rabid beast. I’m currently inflicted with “post-travel-depression” and am in mourning for the death of my holiday. Symptoms include emitting frequent, heavy sighs while flicking through Instagram photos and occasionally emitting a strangled yelp of longing.
Due to my inability to face the reality of dreary old Auckland, in procrastination I’ve put together a list of dessert places I encountered on my trip this time. I’ve linked each eatery’s Urbanspoon page for further user reviews and ratings (bow down to the almighty power of Urbanspoon – it will help you predict your way to the best meals in Melbourne).
1. Waffle On
At this colourful counter store tucked down Degraves Street where both the owners and the food are beautifully French and hopelessly charming, they sell the perfect specimen of Belgium waffles. Although not a fan of waffles, the ones here convinced me with their genuine texture (and perhaps the French waiter and his accent had a say it in too). They also sell unforgivingly huge baguette sandwiches here. But try the waffles. You might just fall in love.
Authentic French crêpes unlike at any other typical French crêperie: I ordered the “Aumônière”, a giant crêpe pouch stuffed full with ice cream and whipped cream, drizzled with chocolate fudge sauce and topped with extra strawberries. Extra thumbs up for the rather endearing menu descriptions and cute grammar typos littered throughout. This is the place “where strawberries prepared by my grandma flirts with the whip cream” and “vanilla ice cream meets with melted chocolate under a rain of almonds”. I’m really gutted I didn’t get a nice photo of my crêpe. If you’re really curious, take a peek here at a fugly phone photo.
The name speaks for itself. From chocolate soufflé, sundaes, waffles, crêpes, fondue and even chocolate pizza (yeah I know… curious but also strangely repulsed by that last one), we came here a few times for a late night sugar rush. I was particularly partial to the hot chocolate with tiny wafer balls, although all of their hot drinks are trademark. Waffles are decent too, if that’s your buzz.
The best macarons in Melbourne (virtually undisputed). Smothered in pastel colours and frilly tea cups, guys, no need to feel too emasculated about dropping by. The macarons are probably worth it. Or your girlfriend (who’s guaranteed to love them) is. Earl grey tea, salted caramel and pistachio are a few favourites.
Spanish donuts (or churros) are everywhere in Melbourne. This chain store sells not only churros, but extremely creamy peanut butter / hazelnut hot chocolates, and what must surely be the most monstrous sundaes to have ever graced this earth. I decided to get a San Churro trademark sundae and proceeded to unknowingly doom myself into a very severe food coma for the rest of the night (and perhaps even half of the morning after).
Walking into the new Brunetti store that just opened on Lygon Street felt somewhat like walking into a dessert equivalent of an Louis Vuitton store, where polished marble floors and shiny golden lights endorse a multitude of expensive items cloaked in varying shades of brown. The place is (unnecessarily) huge, and you can find any form of gateaux, slice, pastry, macaron and gelato here. Not sure how amazing the taste is, although the packaging is certainly impressive.
If you’ve managed to line up for a spot at one of Melbourne’s most coveted brunch venues, then don’t pass up the opportunity to try their amazing hot chocolate or mocha. It comes with a thick knob of their own chocolate ganache, over which you pour the hot chocolate. My mouth waters at the very thought of that ganache going all gooey with the hot milk. Mmmmm.
The desserts here certainly pack a punch in terms of visuals. Aesthetically pleasing and with white tables and nice lighting for optimum instagramming (I’m not even joking), come here to make all your friends jealous via social media. Just don’t mention to them afterwards how sub-par the taste was, should they follow up your post with a real life conversation about your visually epic dessert session.
On an end note, I might to a Foodie review of non-dessert eateries in Melbourne sometime in the future (after I’ve conquered my tests and assignments), and also a few thrifted / Topshop-ed clothing items I scavenged whilst I ate.
Here are a few non-food related photos from my Instagram: