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Ferrero Rocher Cake

 

So, here’s the deal: it’s no secret that I am a sucker for desserts, always have been, always will be. I might just try a little bit but I will always be tempted. And I know there are many of you out there, like me. So, trying new dessert places is no less than an adventure for me. It comes with its highs and lows, of course. Some days, you hit a gold mine and find a new place to hit you when you feel that sweet tooth taking in. Other days, well, let’s just say you know where not to go.


It was no less than an adventure when Laalee mentioned to me that there is a new dessert place at Jhamiskhel-Dhobighar chowk: Lady BonBon. I didn’t think much of it, at first, to be honest. And then, on my next time out, I noticed the place. The name sounded fancy, of course. Needless to say, I was tempted.

The first thing I noticed was Lady Bonbon offers no regular pastries. Fruit tarts, lemon meringue tarts, mud cakes, cheesecakes, strawberry shortcakes, and macaroons filled the freezer. I was in heaven! However, one cake caught my eye more than the other. Not only because it looked absolutely delicious and pretty at the same time, but it had a unique name: Noix Petit. I knew what I wanted to try.

Decorated perfectly, with gold flakes on the top, this cake looked decadent and rich. But what took me by surprise, even more, was how good it tasted. And I knew why this cake tasted familiar. It tasted like Ferrero Rocher the chocolate; I shit you not. I felt like Anton Ego in that Ratatouille movie. I was taken straight back to my childhood days when my father would get me a box of these golden delights and I was only allowed one at a time. Ferrero Rocher was a foreign delight back then. Who knew we would get cakes that tasted just the same today?

Cakes and pastries at Lady BonBon are a tad bit more expensive than your regular bakeries, but this is no regular bakery. This is heaven, right here. The price is worth it. 

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