A cookie that’s more than the sum of its parts
Burby’s used to be a watering hole for people to drink and be merry after work. But right now it’s undergoing a serious shift as they’re trying to rebrand themselves more for families. They serve really good food and I’m glad I got to appreciate it in its current state. The food is good, but allow me this moment to single out one beautiful piece of work.
It started as a joke. Yedy asked if their “cookie for two” was as big as her face. Sabrina gave a mock appraisal before telling us she’ll bring one out later for us to try it (and see for ourselves, but that didn’t come from her). I was with Yedy and Eugene at Burby’s, accompanying them on a food shoot. Yedy’s the writer, Euge the photographer and I, the supportive friend.
We had lunch in-between the shoot. The food was festive, and I will go back so I could appreciate it even more before I write about it. I know I’m getting ahead of myself here but the barbecued ribs, lechon kare-kare and their Burby’s chicken are at the top of my list. I had to let that out.
Glancing at the menu I didn’t really feel that their desserts were pulling me in. They were pushing an all-day breakfast menu among other things. The dessert might as well be a reliable but less popular foil.
Then the cookie was served. It wasn’t as big as Yedy’s face. It was baked in a ceramic plate. It didn’t look like much so expectations weren’t all that high.
I got my little spoon and scooped out a piece at the fringes. It was chewy and full of flavour. It was good, I thought to myself. I couldn’t stop myself from taking another bite because that’s just how I roll.
Right there…fireworks. My face lit up, and my mouth formed an ‘o’. I may or may not have muttered a curse word.
I got its point.
That was when things went from above average to warm, chewy and gooey. The cookie dough hasn’t fully set, with a textured, chewy exterior and a warm, an almost melt-in-your-mouth interior. It’s like that cake batter left on the spoon that you couldn’t resist licking. It’s like that sexy, silky yolk you just have to mix with rice. It was sweet with a dash of salty and the chocolate an explosion of decadence. Spoonful after spoonful of warm cookie mixed with ice cream was just a treat. Decadence. Happiness.
A great, unpretentious dessert can really hit you with a wave of comfort. It can make you feel good, even if you might have overindulged. Count the calories later, or never.
Who knew a cookie could be more than the sum of its parts? It’s probably one of the best things I’ve had this year.
