Okay, so the whole Bikini Bod diet isn’t working out so well and I’ve only got myself to blame… well me and le
evil Leozette of Greater Than PR
. Chica heard about Karisa and my Professional Dessert Tasting service and invited us to a sinfully delish high tea at Myatt Cafe & Chocolatier
Tea for three!
For those of you who aren’t familiar with the spot, Myatt is literally to the left of Woolies on the second level at the V&A. They specialise in gourmet sandwiches, pastries and cakes as well as ultra-fancy little choccies. Myatt also has a nice long list of teas for you to choose from, everything from Earl Grey to Hi Ali Mountain Blend. In fact, the list was so long I couldn’t decide for myself and ended up having our waitress bring me her favourite; strawberry and vanilla-flavoured green rooibos which was absolutely delish.
I usually can't drink tea without milk and sugar, but this was so yummy I merrily sank an entire pot all by myself.
But enough about the tea, let me tell you about the goodies it came with it… If you indulge in Afternoon Tea at the Myatt, you get to build your own three-tiered treat tower for R150 per person. It include a selection of finger sandwiches and mini croissants, a scone with all the trimmings, three macaroons and your choice of two pastries or cake. Just the kind of thing to treat your mother-in-law to
after you confess to accidentally scraping her car with yours…
Check out our spoilage:
Yum, yum and yum!
Of everything I got to try, I was most impressed with the mini parmesan and sun-dried tomato croissant which melted in my mouth and the yum-tastic banoffee mousse cake. It’s kind of like a moussey/cheese cakey banana-flavoured tart with caramelised banana on top.
Oh, so you thought you could wear sletterig li'l hot pants this summer? Think again missy... Muhwhahahaha...
I’ve tried to spot it on the menu and can’t find it, so if you’d like to try it I suggest you ask the kitchen about it. It’s so good that I’d like to go back and have it on its own one day, along with a big comforting pot of that tea. (This was Karisa’s favourite too and you can go read all about her take on things over here. I also liked the scone ‘cos, well, it’s a scone. There are days when a good scone (with loads of real butter, cream and jam) is all I need to believe that the universe really does love me and would prefer it if I wore a seatbelt and not have a dalliance with something like tik, if only to live a longer, happier scone-filled life.
Once I’d made a good dent in the tower and thought I couldn’t eat another bite, I popped a chocolate croissant into a take-away box for my boyfriend, Mike. Still, my waistline wasn’t getting off that easy – as we were about to walk out the door, Douw, the manager tempted us back inside with the cafe’s piece de resistance, a luxurious hand-crafted choccie.
Oh yeah... now we're talking...
Myatt’s chocolates are called MARY Chocolates and are imported all the way from Belgium. They have almost FORTY different types to choose from and as KP and I stood before the counter, transfixed, I had a total flash back. All of a sudden I was seven or eight years old and standing in our local cafe with a fancy new two rand coin. I felt like the king of the world and was faced with the awesome dilema of not knowing which ‘sweeties’ to choose. (Still, I’ll bet my loot would’ve included Perky Nana choccies, marshmallow fish, Count Dracula sherbet, fire balls and apricot sweets.) But ja, getting back to MARY… I eventually opted for a ‘Truffe Tiramisu’, a white chocolate truffle with a coffee butter filling. In a word? Heaven!
No, no... I couldn't... Oh, you insist? Well, in that case... don't mind me while I fill up my wheelbarrow...
Thank you Leo, Greater Than and Myatt – this was a truly decadent mid-week treat.
P.S. Mike, who’s never impressed with anything, was particularly taken with his chocolate croissant. He ate it with his eyes closed and swayed a bit in his chair, while making embarrassing ‘sex noises’. Clearly we have a winner…