The Royale with Cheese is a perfect dish.
Let’s not fuck about. You know Pix. They win awards for pastry, for their wine list, for tapas. Everything in the display case looks delicious. Just click the link – I’ll wait for you.
The Royale with Cheese is a perfect dish.
I don’t generally get worked up about dessert. It’s a nice way to cap off an evening. A couple of beers, something sweet. A couple more beers. Maybe not the beers you make out here, but nice beers. Beers that don’t taste like a pine tree’s asshole.
“Chocolate mousse blankets a crisp hazelnut praline filling and dacquoise base.”
All by itself it’s sleek and elegantly designed – sweet, a little crunchy, nutty, a little salty. It’s when you add Brillat-Savarin triple cream brie that things go off the rails. You’ve got that deep umami, plus some genuine Atomic Dog style funk, that pushes everything into an orgy of competing flavors and textures. It’s boner inducing food, even without a penis.
I tend to pick a favorite dish at a restaurant and stick with it, despite evidence that other things would be equally tasty. This is one of those things. I’m never going to come to Pix and not order this. I might order other things and this, but I will always, always get this. If you haven’t had the Royale with Cheese you are leading a diminished life, devoid of light and art, worthy only of the pity of your culinary betters. Go get one. Right now.
And pair it with the Flemish beer with the wee fox on the label. Your Granda fought a war so you could drink it.
http://www.pixpatisserie.com/