I reached for my fork, twirled it over the confections awaiting my delight, and chose to gently break the delicate vanilla glaze of the éclair. I found heaven in Tel Aviv.
They came served on white china, in the most simply elegant of ways, in the most unassuming and charming of places... The desserts of Dallal came to me in Tel Aviv and whispered the secrets of Parisian pâtisserie (albeit too humble a place to be a rival.)
The fruit tart, a mound of freshly glazed jewels nesting upon a subtly light and creamy custard, became my first edible encounter at Dallal. We got along well… As I did with the vanilla cream eclair and little dessert that reminded me of cannoncini.
Inside at the counter, before the rows of sweet and sticky baked goods cozied behind the glass, I just succeeded at limiting my order to three desserts.
|Desserts in the fridge|
|An assortment of chocolate mousse desserts|
|Sticky cinnamon buns beneath the glass|
I ate outside at a white marble counter shaded by a large red awning, where vintage fans blew a sweet breeze through the heat. Gracious little birds shared the seat beside me and chirped in desire of what was before me. If only to steal a peck…
|I'm wearing: Kate Moss for Topshop playsuit and Thierry Lasry sunglasses|
I noticed a young woman sitting at her laptop in the bakery and had to photograph her outfit for it effortlessly captured the essence of Tel Avivian style (and appropriately also the bakery) - subtle, playful, and sophisticated, yet unpretentious. Tone down pop colours with neutral tones, like her khaki shorts. She wore a bright red lip with neutral eyes and tousled hair. Effortless beauty.
To Note: They have an equally outstanding restaurant just beside where I had dinner.
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