Jean-Pierre Gateau, Mentone
Tall and handsome, this Casanova seduced with its fine looks. Capped with a marbled icing it reeked of class and whispered invitingly, “I’m the one you’ve been dreaming of. Just lick me”. But like a Don Juan, after the seduction it was callow and disappointing. The icing hit the tastebuds like a sycophantically sweet cajoling. The pastry tasted good but was soft and sloppy like a teenager’s first kiss. As the tongue darted in for the custard it recoiled from a pale, sticky goo with a very pronounced flavour that was just not quite right. Was there uncooked corn starch in the mix? The fork could not pierce the icing and impossible to eat with the fingers, it left in its wake the bitterness of feeling deceived and violated by a sleazy charlatan.
Jean-Pierre Gateau 1/44 Como Parade, Mentone, Vic. Australia.
I don’t know this place. I’m usually up in Granary Lane scoffing the stickydate cake with cream and ice-cream.
I’ll check this Jean-Pierre Gateau for myself.