A macaron is a sweet French pastry constructed by two outer cookie shells filled with one layer of buttercream or jam. They are delicate and colorful, a much more refined and cultured version of the good ol’ American whoopie pie.
People squint their eyes, purse their lips and use baby talk whenever they hold a macaron in their hand. This is a substance from another planet where unicorns reign free and elves with glowing cheeks take up gardening and drink afternoon tea. It has the magic to make your eyes roll to the back of your head with each bite of the lightly crisp outer shell that gives way to a progressively softer inner filling. Regular humans have tried and failed to make them at home using shitty Pinterest recipes, while French angels toil in disguise at Ladurée in Paris, generating some of the world’s best macarons.
A macaroon (with an extra ‘o’) is a soft cookie made with desiccated coconut and (sometimes) dipped in chocolate. They are made by grandmothers with scary hands in ugly kitchens. They are the macaron’s arch nemesis. Because of its extra ‘o’, macaroons tend to get more attention than they deserve. They are evil and jealous, the pastry equivalent of a buying the misspelled version of someone’s popular domain name just to suck up all of their confused web traffic.
While it has been argued that the double-o term can technically refer to both types of pastries, why put such a godless cookie in the same category with the greatness that is a puffy, pastel macaron?
To save us from this coconut hell, the French angels have descended upon my city to gift us with a macaron-only Ladurée store on Lincoln Road in Miami. Inside a store roughly the size of a shoebox, the fresh-faced ladies of Ladurée will ever so delicately pack a tiny box full of your choice of over sixteen macaron flavors. I was able to stroll in, buy a box of eight and watch Dawn of the Planet of the Apes at the movie theater next door while cramming multi-colored pastries into my mouth. Compared to the two-hour wait I avoided at the original Ladurée in Paris, I’d say we have something good going for us here, Miami.
1118 Lincoln Road
Miami Beach, FL 33139