The Sweet Guy closed some time in the spring or summer of 2010.
I’ve been reading a book about peri-menopause, and it claims that taking magnesium will decrease chocolate cravings. I may try that, because if I keep going to chocolatiers the way I’ve been going to the Sweet Guy, I may go bankrupt.
I’ve been there 3 times, for a total of 8 truffles (mint and cinnamon-infused white chocolate here)and 2 gelato flavors (the lemon curd had a lovely subtle flavor, like a mild lemon cake). All are made in-house, and sometimes the chocolatier’s sons help.
Originally located in Parkville, the Sweet Guy has made more money in its few months at its Waldo location than it used to make in a year. And I’m helping.
Across Wornall from the Sweet Guy is a homey little coffeehouse called One More Cup. It has a compost bin, and the barista was discussing local farms—my kind of place.Waldo Coffeehouse used to be in that location but closed a couple of years ago. It was at One More Cup that I decided Kansas City coffeehouses are more innovative than those in Denver. (Remember the rosemary caramel latte at LatteLand?) I had the Curious George, a drink mixing espresso, Shatto chocolate milk, and Shatto banana milk (Shatto is a local dairy farm, like Longmont Dairy in the Denver area). No one flavor dominated, and it was really easy to drink.
So far I’m more impressed with the “dessert” shops in Waldo than the actual restaurants. Bars and grills dominate: Waldo Bar and Grill, Tanner’s, the Well, Kennedy’s. I thought college students might be supporting those establishments, but when my sister and I ate dinner at the Well on Tuesday, the crowd was all ages. When we first arrived, I went up to the deck to see if were could eat up there, but it was too cold (the picture here is from Monday night). We slid into a booth inside, where I was able to watch tennis over my sister’s head, and she could watch baseball. It was pretty busy for early in the week, and the music was loud. We talked about my plans for a location independent future. I got the impression she thought I was about to leave Todd and start gallivanting around the globe, which is not exactly what I had in mind.
Both of us ordered salads, and I asked the waitress which tequilas they had. When she came back from the bar with a list, I told her I wanted Patron añejo. “Patron and Jaeger?” she asked. After a few more exchanges like that, I wrote it down, and then I had to explain what it meant. Then I had to explain it to my sister, but she doesn’t drink. What’s more, the waitress made it clear she didn’t care that she didn’t know.
Our salads arrived, huge and chopped and tasty. Mine was the tequila-lime salad, with smoked salmon on top that wasn’t all that smoky, black beans, corn, etc. My sister’s Broadway salad had cranberries and blue cheese and nuts, I think; I can’t read the menu on Urbanspoon.
After dinner, however, we both had a bit of indigestion. Luckily for me, the gelato at the Sweet Guy cured it. The Well is only a few months old, so I think with time it will improve. The menu is moving in the direction of a gastropub, though it’s not as interesting as Jonesy’s EatBar in Uptown Denver.
Monday I had lunch at Waldo Pizza (on the left), which my sister remembered fondly for its desserts. I saw a T-shirt on the wall that read, “Staff so friendly you’ll think they’re faking it,” but my server obviously hadn’t read it. I left her a dollar tip and felt that might be too generous.
The thin-crust pizza, however, was great. I liked the sausage pizza and the bacon pizza and the pepperoni and sausage. I tried a dessert concoction on thin-crust pizza that reminded me of an apple danish drizzled with cream.