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| - After a fantastic dinner Uptown, we decided to wander over to Crave to check it out to and try some dessert. It's tucked away near the Cotton Mills apartments and CANS. The atmosphere inside was great. Very modern and, for lack of a better word, "hip." The space was very open with brick walls, low-lighting, and large windows. I could tell it was a great hangout spot and a place to see and be seen.
There were no tables available, so we headed to an open spot at the bar. The bartender was very friendly and, of course, very scantily clad. We asked for drink and dessert menus. There was definitely a great selection to choose from. We first ordered drinks -- $12 martinis. Yikes! I wanted something sweet, so our bartender recommended the "Clean Slut." It was Pear Vodka, pear puree, Apple Pucker and pineapple juice. She was right. It was fantastic, but at $12, one was my limit. Now, mind you, I would have rather have had the drink called the "Dirty Slut," just for kicks, but its ingredients were not my thing. So I went with the Clean Slut, but called it a Dirty Slut.
Their dessert menu offered cheesecake, cupcakes, cake, etc. We decided to split a cheesecake and went with the Caramel Pecan Turtle. Our server/bartender came back and told us that they were out of that one. So we ordered a Southern Comfort Pecan Praline. Minutes later she came back and told us they were out of that one, too. Hmmm... A dessert place with no dessert? At $8 a pop, you'd think they'd make enough to be able to sell, don't you think? We chose a third one (Bananas Foster) and kept our fingers crossed. This one came through. It came nicely presented in a small dome shape (instead of your typical slice), with the drizzles and banana slices all over it. It was definitely delicious, but at $8 a scoop, it, too, was a little pricey.
We definitely enjoyed our experience at Crave Dessert Bar, but would have liked to have stayed longer to relax, if it weren't for the extreme prices. At that rate, I can only afford a drink and dessert or two drinks, and then I'm outta there.
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