The Wynwood Art District in Miami is quite a place. During the day, it is a quiet, nearly abandoned place, but at night it lights up with people bustling into different restaurants and party scenes.
We were there for dinner with the expectation set that this meal would be our highlight, but met an unexpected surprise when we found dessert.
I think I’ve shared this here before, but here I go again. I have a weirdness about having dinner and dessert in the same place. If I’m out for dinner, I want to make dessert a separate event by changing locations. I can’t explain it. I like spicing things up by changing the scenery and giving myself new choices.
As we roamed the streets of Wynwood on our way back to our car, Lance said he wanted to check out a sign he noticed when we were walking to dinner. It looked, he said, like a sign for pie.
A sign for pie?
I’m down.
Just when I thought my feet could no longer take walking the never-ending stretch of sidewalk jampacked with people dolled up for a night out, we came in sight of it down the side of a lesser traveled street: a neon pink glowing sign of a piece of pie.
I swear, I find the best little treat places in cities no where near home.
It just isn’t fair.
Pink Pie is a mini pie and coffee shop.
Yes. Mini.
So, you can try several little pies and not feel guilty!
Also, they are open as late as midnight*. I mean, is this not exactly what I’ve been searching for all my life? A baked goods place with late hours? And coffee?
*Saturdays and Sundays
I wonder sometimes if the people working at such locations get a little worried for their safety when they see me approach the counter with the gleam of desserts in my eyes.
It’s a good thing I keep Hubby around for said interactions, because if I were on my own, I would probably do something stupid like, I don’t know, order two of each.
We kept it low key and only ordered four pies to share. When I tell you they are mini, I literally mean mini, and not mini in the sense that I would try and fool you into thinking they are small when they are actually humongous. Think average cupcake circle, but keep in mind, this is pie.
There were several flavors to choose from and though my heart screamed, Try them all!, my thighs screamed, There is only 1% of spandex in your jeans!
We chose to try: Smores, Oreo Nutella, Key Lime, and Guava.
And all I can say is, we made some pretty good choices. My favorite was Oreo Nutella because, it was the best chocolate pie my lips have ever smacked on. Smores was pretty unique in that I could actually taste the smokiness to the marshmallows. Key Lime is simply a classic, and it did not disappoint. And Guava, oh guava, the temptress of the south. Hubby and I love anything guava and, in a pie, it was perfection.
Yes, this is me, shamelessly taking one of those selfies I dislike because Pink Pie’s bathroom’s wallpaper was too cute not to document
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