Or, Fixing a Sugar Craving. I was going to go with Getting A Sugar Fix, it just wasn't as pretty in French. But no matter how you say it, there's one place you can definitely get it: Sucre, on Magazine Street.
After trying the new menu at Nacho Mama's on for size, we needed something sweet to calm our flaming tongues. I had passed by Sucre earlier in the week and wanted to give it a try. And they stay open late, which worked since it was almost nine. We parked across the street, and after ogling the antiques next door (totally marked on the need-to-visit list) we entered the glistening hall of sugar. This is no ordinary, neighborhood sweet shop. Along with good coffee and creamy gelato, they have cute little gourmet chocolates, macaroons of every hue and absolutely gorgeous confections, which I'm not even sure what you would call. Maybe art, because they were beautiful. Shelby had some chocolate gelato, Dustin had a pumpkin spice creation and I got a citrus mango concoction called Finesse. Each dessert was the perfect size, and not overly sweet. With Dustin's huge cup of coffee and all the fixings, they brought our selections plated beautifully on a large white plate with chocolate and strawberry drizzle. I got a picture but, um, it wasn't until we'd already jumped on the plate like starving cats. That stuff was good. Fluffy and tart and creamy. And Dustin's had the essence of pumpkin pie, but in a totally contemporary rendition. We also bought one of their small, shimmering king cakes to take home. Rather than the traditional purple, green and yellow sugar they are usually finished with, Sucre's are airbrushed with opalescent food color, then dusted with edible glitter. To finish the truly royal presentation, a tiny gold baby is included (Dustin was dismayed that they didn't pre-hide it, so he had me do it when he wasn't looking). While we truly did give moderation a try, once we got it home, the cake didn't last long.
My mom is coming into town this weekend! A perfect excuse to go out and discover some more good eats. We'll probably stop by Sucre as well, I suppose. In the interest of making sure my guest has a good time, you know. Oh, the things we do for family.
After trying the new menu at Nacho Mama's on for size, we needed something sweet to calm our flaming tongues. I had passed by Sucre earlier in the week and wanted to give it a try. And they stay open late, which worked since it was almost nine. We parked across the street, and after ogling the antiques next door (totally marked on the need-to-visit list) we entered the glistening hall of sugar. This is no ordinary, neighborhood sweet shop. Along with good coffee and creamy gelato, they have cute little gourmet chocolates, macaroons of every hue and absolutely gorgeous confections, which I'm not even sure what you would call. Maybe art, because they were beautiful. Shelby had some chocolate gelato, Dustin had a pumpkin spice creation and I got a citrus mango concoction called Finesse. Each dessert was the perfect size, and not overly sweet. With Dustin's huge cup of coffee and all the fixings, they brought our selections plated beautifully on a large white plate with chocolate and strawberry drizzle. I got a picture but, um, it wasn't until we'd already jumped on the plate like starving cats. That stuff was good. Fluffy and tart and creamy. And Dustin's had the essence of pumpkin pie, but in a totally contemporary rendition. We also bought one of their small, shimmering king cakes to take home. Rather than the traditional purple, green and yellow sugar they are usually finished with, Sucre's are airbrushed with opalescent food color, then dusted with edible glitter. To finish the truly royal presentation, a tiny gold baby is included (Dustin was dismayed that they didn't pre-hide it, so he had me do it when he wasn't looking). While we truly did give moderation a try, once we got it home, the cake didn't last long.
My mom is coming into town this weekend! A perfect excuse to go out and discover some more good eats. We'll probably stop by Sucre as well, I suppose. In the interest of making sure my guest has a good time, you know. Oh, the things we do for family.
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