In 1947, Don Kilwin struck upon the perfect method for making candies and chocolates—and when you discover perfection, you don't abandon it. That's why almost 70 years later, the chefs at their dozens and dozens of locations across the country still use old-fashioned copper kettles, marble slabs, and Howdy Doody puppets. And guests can see the proof of that: the glass-walled kitchens afford a clear view of the delectable goings-on as the dreamweavers conjure cashew brittle, caramel apples, fudge, and 40 flavors of ice cream. A steaming mug of coffee, hot chocolate, or cider pairs perfectly with these sweet treats.
The hookah's natural habitat is not a nightclub with crashing music and empty drinks slamming against tables. The hookah experience, according to Kimm Smith of Hookah House, should be unrushed and mellow. "It's very meditative," she says, "and should be shared with people you care about." This was the atmosphere in which co-owner Zo spent his childhood in Algeria, where people would spend long hours gathering with friends and families in hookah lounges. He and his Bostonian wife, Michelle, wanted to bring that aspect of Algerian culture to the United States, both to spread a feeling of community and as an homage to the marriage of their distinct backgrounds.
As the fruit-tinged smoke of shisha rises from between murmuring visitors, it passes rich fabrics, which drape the exposed-brick walls, and bright lanterns dangling from a marigold ceiling. Stories seem to overflow from the furniture and textiles, gathered during the couple’s travels in Algeria or preserved from Zo's former life as a sommelier in Paris. This is where patrons linger, resting shoeless feet on bright cushions and pillows as they converse or check email on the free wireless internet. Atop inlaid tables, servers place Turkish coffee, house blends of Moroccan tea, and small plates of Mediterranean-inspired dishes.
On some weekend evenings, live jazz stirs guests to twist among tendrils of smoke before a DJ steps up to spin a range of music, from Earth, Wind & Fire to Jimi Hendrix. Belly dancers, with bells and scarves for all to borrow, demonstrate to patrons how to pass lie-detector tests with just their hips. A psychic-in-residence reads coffee grounds most nights, translating the earthy onyx shapes into predictions about the drinker's future.
With its homey atmosphere and penchant for pub-style comfort food, The Living Room was already a destination for nights of relaxed revelry. With the opening of The Pub at The Living Room, that vibe just took on a decidedly English accent. Within this comfortable, no-frills pub, guests kick back the way they do in Merry England, munching on casual comfort food and knocking back pints of strong ales. If the rotating beer list is any indication, the owners here know a thing or two about brews; seasonal selection and year-round favorites from Founders, Blue Point, and Cigar City Brewing currently fill the tape lines.
Go Yo!’s rotating lineup of more than 12 frozen-yogurt flavors gives sweet teeth a cool respite from the heat, earning the snack haven the distinction as Palm Beach’s favorite frozen yogurt spot by the Palm Beach Post ’s reader poll. After visitors walk, saunter, or teleport into the bright and airy eatery, they’re greeted with instructions on how to build their perfect palate pleaser. Kick things off by furnishing a cup with your choice of yogurt ($0.46 / oz.), which could include such flavors as cake batter, reese’s peanut butter, hershey's kisses chocolate, thin mint cookies, or french vanilla. Then adorn your frosty delectable with more than 40 toppings from a mélange of fresh fruits, candies, and tasty morsels—including mangos, nutella, cookie-dough chunks, and gummi worms—for an edible construction more lickable than a Winston Churchill sculpture made from lollipops. The dessert diner also proffers fat-free and no-sugar-added yogurts, as well as sorbets.
Husband-and-wife dessertier duo Mickey and Rosemary Tynski translate the language of love into moist morsels from the confection-covered confines of their bakery. With all pastries baked from scratch daily using gourmet ingredients, hunger-havers can rest assured that their palates are being punched with only the finest sweet treats. Placate protesting sweet teeth with one dozen cupcakes in sizes conducive to either polite nibbles or decorum-ignoring chomps. A palette-popping array of flavors twirls together sweet staples including chocolate, strawberry, and coconut, and the house favorite red velvet’s silky cream cheese frosting combines serious taste with sweet presentation better than a debate on yarn subsidies in Kitten Congress.
The aroma of slow-simmering caramel and chocolate wafts through Hoffman’s Chocolate’s Greenacres headquarters. To demystify its origins, the shop’s chocolatiers have outfitted their kitchen with observation windows, granting customers the chance to admire their delicate handiwork and holiday helper subcontractors. They meticulously lace European truffles with chocolate drizzles, and dunk cherries and pretzels in milk and dark chocolate. This devotion to small batches of handmade treats extends back to the 1970s, when founder Paul Hoffman began peddling treats out of his small Lake Worth chocolate shop. Over the decades, chocolatiers have expanded the bakery’s repertoire to include whimsical confections such as enormous fortune cookies and seasonal treats.