Being the true foodie that I am, there lies within me an irrevocable soft spot for sweet things. Vanilla cupcakes, chocolate mousse, cheesecake, cake, macarons… Oh macarons! Or macahhh-rohhhhns, to be more precise! My macarons obsession began when I first stumbled upon this video on the tube: The Laduree Dream! The little fat girl in me started to dream of beautiful Paris… and twirling around as I drink in the waft of pastries and sugar butter… and for some reason, pirouttes (even though I haven’t gone near anything ballet-related ever since kindergarden when my dance teacher told me that if I didn’t stop coming to class in blue tights in protest of the pink tutus that I would have to leave… and you can probably guess the end of that). Ever since then, I have had Ladurée etched onto my bucket list. Since then, I’ve had my fair share of delectable macarons (Nadége in Toronto, being one of them!), but I always yearned to taste the heavenly macarons from Ladurée… Paris, being a thing of the future to me, made Ladurée a distant dream.
Flash forward to today. Turns out, there is a Ladurée in the city of dreams, New York City! I should have known, i mean, of course there would be! It’s only one of my favourite places in the world. Anyway, ignoring my mental face palm… so the other day, I strolled down the Upper East Side, and after oogling over the window displays of Tory Burch, Christian Louboutin, Chanel, Tiffany and Co, etc, I finally arrived at Ladurée. And the rest is, as they say, history. Delicious, delicious history. Bucket list entry number #12, CHECK.