Heavenly Desserts Marylebone

Exceptional Desserts Paired with Amazing Service

On stepping into the ethereal realm of this dessert haven, one is greeted by what can only be described as a flash mob of gastronomy where service is credited more often than an A-list film cast. The desserts here defy convention and wage war on restraint with confections like the brownie explosion courting laughter with all the grace of a slapstick comedy. It’s apparent that Parmis and Alexandra are household names, each one carving their niche as culinary caretakers beloved by their patrons, albeit with a rare quirk—or comic irony—in the absence of name badges to solemnize them as recurring luminaries. But I digress, for even in anonymity, tales of their effervescence abound, with dedicated aficionados touting personal attentiveness as if they’d been served entirely bespoke attention on a silver platter.

The setting is chicly urban, with an inviting warmth that compels one to tarry long after the sweets have resided. Seating sprawls beyond traditional constraints, offering tiers of privacy against a backdrop both luminous and modern. Though not without faults—reports of staff synchronizing orders about as effectively as a malfunctioning confetti cannon do occur—the glory of their sweet symphony ensures that mismatched service orders become merely an anecdotal flourish. It seems there lies hearty virtue hard-baked into every dish, from heavenly saffron milk cakes to whimsically named croffles, reminding us of Samuel Johnson's sagacious assertion that life's bliss can, indeed, follow within the confines of sugar and dough if only paired with a smile readily proffered by waitstaff possessed by cheerful alacrity. Indeed, a worthy indulgence and serendipitous stop on London's bustling thoroughfares, threatening diets but delighting souls. — Penelope Savory