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| - We ate dinner at Europea. We caught a Cirque du Soleil show. We hiked to the outlook on Mont Royal. We even giggled our way through a free exhibit about sex at the science museum. But the undisputed highlight of our long weekend in Montreal? The French macarons at Point G.
I am a macaron junkie. I need to have my macarons just so - crispy thin shell with a chewy interior, not too big but not too small, not too thin but not so thick that it looks like you're biting into a miniature version of a triple-stacked hamburger. Point G's macarons are perfect. And the icing on the cake is that they have over a dozen different intriguing flavors. My favorite is the caramel fleur de sel, sweet with a slight buttery taste. Try it. It will rock your world.
As if the display case of rainbow-hued macarons weren't enough to send me into a tizzy, they also have macaron ice cream sandwiches. Whoever thought of that should get some kind of award. You choose a flavor of ice cream, they sandwich it between two slightly larger strawberry macaron halves, and serve it to you in a cute little boat fashioned from a dried leaf. It was so good, we ate ours and then immediately went back for a second.
The sole reason Point G get 4 stars instead of 5 is that their packaging frankly sucks. If you order 9 macarons, they stick them in a clear tube. Sure, it looks pretty, but on the walk or ride home you'll discover that the tube is roomy enough for the delicate cookies to rattle around, resulting in broken shells and much sadness.
Speaking of broken macarons, it's worth noting that the store sells packs of broken or otherwise imperfect macarons for $2. It's worth it if you don't care about the appearance of your macarons. After all, they're guaranteed to be in your tummy in less than a minute anyway.
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