Sweet Nostalgia at Scoops
Remember when you were in fifth grade and a trip to the candy store was the event of the weekend? Well I do. My friends and I would beg and bargain with our parents until one of them begrudgingly agreed to be our chauffeur to the mall. As soon as we got there, weâ€™d scramble out of the car and run to the Sweet Factory like they were giving out free money.
Yesterday, I got a wave of that barely-suppressed elation as I walked into Scoops for the umpteenth time and let my eyes rest on the vast, beautiful wall of jellybeans.
The candy shop is conveniently (and diabolically) located on the bottom floor of the Faubourg shopping center, and it has become my favorite candy shop for several reasons (I brought the Sweet Factory down from its pedestal long ago).
First of all, it has a treat to satisfy every craving. In fact, the place is so packed with goodies that my cravings usually change several times as walk up and down the isles, hungrily gazing at the chocolate, then the nuts and gummies, then back to the chocolatesâ€¦
Secondly, itâ€™s not just a candy store. There are several shelves stocked with items that could potentially be made into a real meal. The store even carries items that might be classified â€œhealth foodâ€, like wheat bran and ground flax seeds. Unfortunately, those are the only two non-candy items I can recall because I once considered using those ingredients in a batch of chocolate chip muffins.
Lastly, I love the store because the elderly woman who owns it is extremely sweet; she has never had the slightest hint of judgment in her eyes when I approach the cash register with an armful of candy that a seven-year-old would think was excessive.
Itâ€™s just too difficult for me to exercise restraint in Scoops, partly because the shop carries all of the weird treats I loved as a kid. Like giant tootsie rolls, which my grandmother used to stockpile in case a band of kids came over, or in case the Soviets attacked and she needed a source of food that would never go bad.
The store also has a whole new generation of quirky candy. For example, â€œcandy garbageâ€, which consists of fish skeletons and other refuse reproduced in gummy form, certainly wasnâ€™t being passed around the playground in my day. Neither were dark chocolate bars with peppercorns or anise, which are among the more high-end treats at the shop.
As I perused the isles yesterday, I decided not load up with a yearâ€™s supply of fructose-filled sweets. Somehow, paying for an enormous bag of candy is a lot harder than it used to be back in fifth grade, when I hadnâ€™t yet developed a sense of shame. So, I approached the cash register with my dark chocolate anise bar, feeling very grown up. It complemented the jujubes I had at home quite nicely.
1616 St. Catherine (Faubourg)