Mjomii enjoyed a splashy opening and was enthusiastically welcomed to Bethel Road right at the end of 2022. As it turns out, there’s a good reason for sustained eater enthusiasm…
First and foremost, Mjomii is different in ways you don’t expect. The entire staff wears masks. Not the gross hospital kind: the team wears floating, transparent, plastic shields over the lower half of their faces. Each mask is like a tiny, personal, salad bar sneeze shield. It is a space-age object of envy.
And they also wear white coats, ones reminiscent of both chef coats and labs coats. Indeed, baking is a science. Then there’s dramatic, long black sanitary gloves for serving – truly the only dark things in a sea of bright, light hues.
See? Mjomii is different.
Macarons is the name of the game at Mjomii, and they’re sold individually in tidy plastic packages from a display shelf at the front counter. The individual packaging serves a couple purposes. First, it prevents cross-contamination in the flavor department (if you’ve ever put an uncovered onion in fridge, you understand the hazards). Second, the packaging helps stabilize the quality of the macarons themselves; humidity can spell disaster. At Mjomii, they come in a zillion delicious flavors that range from pistachio to taro cream, but flavor adventures are perhaps par for the course in the macaron game.
Stop, though: Mjomii steps up the game with pretty little macaron cakes. Case in point, the Mini Ispahan Macaron Cake.
A demure rosey-red petal on top suggests the flavor that may be anticipated in the oversized macaron combo. The shell element is infused with a floral rose accent that’s echoed in the sweet filling. Perky, pleasingly tart raspberries line the perimeter, resulting in a combo that tastes as good as it looks.
There are other distractions at Mjomii. For example, a box of chocolate with a tiny serving fork (Nama Chocolate Box) and an array of coffees and teas. The joint lives up to the hype at 2560 Bethel Rd.
For more information, visit mjomii.com.