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Zumbo at The Star
80 Pyrmont St,
(02) 9810 7318
Zumbo at Manly
1a/40 East Esplanade,
(02) 9810 7318
Too good to be true. It had to be. Sous-Jeff could not have actually told me that we were in Sydney for Zumbaron day. At the new Zumbo shop. That was fully equipped with a dessert train. Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me??!?!
After I’d finished squealing, jumping on our hotel bed and generally acting like a child who’d drunk too much red cordial, I decided that we should probably go check it out. So off we went. On foot. From the middle of the CBD to Pyrmont.
Excited doesn’t quite begin to cover it. I was actually the big kid in the candy store. My poor husband – I probably would have pretended not to know me if I were him. Instead, he stood with the staff and laughed at me. Fair enough. I spied with my little eye, something that looked like a little V8 cake. I got closer. It was. Sous-Jeff knew what to do next…
“a V8 cake, thanks.”
“plastic spoons with that?”
(Little Jess inside her head: “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CAKE!!!!!!”)
Hands down. The. Best. Cake. I’ve. EVER. Eaten.
And I have eaten a LOT of cake. Oh my goodness… Just can’t be described, so do yourself a favour and just go buy one. Incredible.
The next day was a beautiful, sunny, 32 degrees, so we jumped on a ferry to Manly to enjoy the sunshine. Unfortunately for my waist line, also home to another Zumbo patisserie. After a heap of walking, basking in the sunshine, and a cold cider overlooking the water, lunch was on.
Spaghetti bolognese pie. Yeah. Where the hell does he come up with this stuff?!?! It was delicious, great golden pastry and really, really yummy spag bol. Us Italians know a good spag bol. Sous-Jeff has something spicy – I couldn’t taste it and therefore I didn’t photograph it. My bad – was just too wrapped up with my pie! Oh, and of course, more dessert… Croquembouche.
I gotta be honest; I’m not usually a fan of creamy custardy stuff, but wow.
So, two Zumbo visits down in two days. And more to come! The next morning was the day. Zumbaron Day. That magical day of the year when the new Zumbarons make their debut. Magical. To counteract the sugar overdose we were about the experience, Sous-Jeff suggested we walk from our hotel to Pyrmont again, a little over 2km each direction. Totally worth it. We arrived and joined the line of people already waiting, around an hour before opening time. The closer we got to opening time, the longer the line got. Staff began handing out menus, for us to place our orders. The people in front of us were pretty keen and ordered one of each of the 62 flavours. We weren’t quite as cashed up, so we ordered 16 (I was still determined to eat from the dessert train before heading back to Melbourne, so had to save some money for that!).
The great man made a very brief appearance, unfortunately didn’t stop to say hi to the gathering masses :( That made me a little sad… but he’s a busy man! In a few minutes, we were in and out with our Zumbarons, and took them back to our hotel room to do our best work with them.
From left to right:
Raspberry Shortcake (sickeningly sweet, delicious!)
2 x PB&J (WOW!)
Salted Caramel Gianduja (salty sugary goodness)
Olive Oil & Salted Truffle (kinda bland…?)
Mojito (WOWWW!!! Tasted JUST like the cocktail!!!)
Maple Syrup Pancake (so good!)
Redskin (disturbingly realistic, down to the chewy, stringy filling!)
Cola (actually bubbled in my mouth!)
Carrot Cake (Sous-Jeff says this was the best macaron ever!)
Beer (of course he had to try this one, quite realistic by all accounts!)
Unfortunately, one of the macarons I was most looking forward to was the hamburger one. Ordered and paid for. But we never received it :( That also made me sad…. Zumbo, you owe me a hamburgeraron!!!!
Anyway, another long day (I’d say we walked around 10 – 15km each day) ended back at The Star, where I finally got to get stuck into the dessert train. My dream.
It wasn’t super cheap, but I really didn’t care. We plucked the following off the train, they were all amazing, and I couldn’t really pick a favourite… maybe the cherry coconut…
And the icing on the cake: ordered from the menu, the grilled ice cream sandwich. Grilled sandwich. Filled with ice cream.
This was a huge winner, despite the face I was about ready to throw up by this stage. If another one was placed in front of me, I’d have eaten that too.
Probably don’t need to say much more, I think the photos speak for themselves… absolutely outstanding, sir, I salute you.
Would rate it 10 out of 10.