For what seems like years, I’ve passed by the ever incomplete Marshmallow Factory on the Danforth. We were convinced that it was a front for the Mob until we saw that blinking OPEN sign tonight.
The storefront never really gave many hints as to what the Marshmallow Factory exactly was either.
I thought maybe some gourmet marshmallow shop, or a weird make your own dessert type thing. But no, it’s a bakeshop that uses marshmallow fluff in all its goods.
The owner was a little flustered but seemed like a nice, if not misguided man. He suggested one of the marshmallow smoothies so I got one of those. Unfortunately, I don’t think it’s for me.
The texture of the two things together was just weird. Sort of like bubble tea if the tapioca were melted down and sticky.
He also suggested I not try the profiteroles when I expressed interest in one. I didn’t take that as a good sign considering there were dozens of them on display.
But I feel really torn on this one. I can’t help but think that this is one man’s crazy dream finally realized. Who hasn’t had a twisted idea that they obsessed over and finally had to admit defeat to?
I once strung up hundreds of chestnuts on strings convinced that I could make a Hallowe’en costume out if them. All the kids in school would bow towards Chestnut Man, right? Thank god it turned out that the weight of so many chestnuts was unbearable for a 10 year old boy.
So give the place a try for yourself if your in the neighbourhood. Just because I didn’t find what I was looking for doesn’t mean you won’t. (But stay away from the profiteroles, I hear they’re not the best.)