I will travel far and wide for an exquisite scone. Finding myself in a dairy capital, the lowly scone may seem an odd bedfellow for the more ubiquitous cheese curd. Nonetheless, Lazy Jane’s Café purports to be a fine trader in the delicacy of scones. Boasting a variety of fruit options, this seeming anomaly reveals its Sconnie roots upon closer examination: glistening layers of sugar flow down the sides of the scone forming white skirts around its base. Not one to be intimidated by excess sugar, I approach this Blackberry feast with high hopes. The quality of the fruit is apparent on sight and the size is completely adequate. Yet, I leave disappointed.
This donut-like entity displays summits and trenches that seem to suggest crunch by virtue of surface area. However, these features belie the softness of the material. With the first bite, a rush of sugar combines with real berries to initially overwhelm the disappointment of the pliable border. Further, the lack of glazed sugar inside the scone appears to create a nice contrast between the subtle, dry inside and the maniacally sugared outside. Yet, this mixture is unsustainable. As soon as the desert-like inners outpace the sugar and all fruit disappears, the essential qualities of the pastry are unmasked. The scone is dry and dense, clotting in the eater’s mouth. Moreover, the inside lacks flavor. The creator clearly expects the flavor to derive from the fruit and glazed sugar, but these elements cannot penetrate the dry indifference that lies beneath the surface.
With so much promise, the ultimate lack of execution leads the eater to dark thoughts. In our evanescent times, with so many mayfly pleasures, this scone offers a sugary cheap thrill, but lacks thoughtful presence. To have grasped for the sublime, but to fall so very short, I am left dejected. Maybe in another time, and another life.