**You Think You’ve Tasted Dessert? Think Again. London Just Dropped a Sugar-Coated Atomic Bomb at Mello Deluxe—and Your Taste Buds Aren’t Ready.**
Let’s cut through the fluff—literally.
Because what just detonated in the heart of Seven Dials market isn’t dessert.
It’s a **sensory coup**.
A **textural revolution**.
A **marshmallow manifesto** so decadent, so obscenely luxurious, it makes every other “sweet treat” in this city look like a sad afterthought served on a paper plate at a toddler’s birthday party.
Welcome to **Mello Deluxe**—London’s first-ever *marshmallow dessert bar*, and if you’re still eating cake like it’s 2012, you’ve officially been left in the edible dust.
This isn’t just sugar on a spoon.
This is **culinary theatre**—crafted by the mad geniuses behind *Chin Chin*, the same crew who taught London how to party with flavor instead of just shouting over bass drops in Shoreditch pop-ups. But here? They’ve gone full Willy Wonka meets Michelin-level seduction. And they’ve weaponized **marshmallow**.
Yes. **Marshmallow.**
Not the stale, supermarket bag kind your aunt pulls out for “hot chocolate night.”
We’re talking **cloud-whipped, hand-piped, flavor-blasted marshmallow art** stored in a literal *drawer of dreams* behind the counter—ready to be torched, melted, floated, or draped over your drink like edible silk lingerie.
I walked in skeptical.
I walked out **reborn**.
The moment I saw that drawer—glowing like Excalibur in a pastry Grail—I knew I was in the presence of something unhinged in the best possible way. Vanilla bean? Rose lychee? Salted caramel crunch? Matcha yuzu? They’ve got marshmallows that taste like **a first kiss in Kyoto** and others that hit like **a velvet hammer dipped in gold**.
And then they *torched it*.
Right in front of me.
Flame kissed the surface.
Crisped the edges.
Melted the center into a molten core of euphoria.
Placed it atop a spiced white hot chocolate so rich it should come with a confidentiality agreement.
One bite and I swear—**time stopped**.
My nervous system short-circuited.
My soul whispered, *“This is why we suffer through airport security and rainy Tube rides.”*
This isn’t indulgence.
This is **culinary sovereignty**.
You see, weak men and women eat dessert to fill a void.
**Slaylebrity kings and queens eat dessert to declare dominance over pleasure itself.**
And Mello Deluxe? It’s not just feeding you sugar—it’s handing you the keys to a **parallel universe** where dessert isn’t an afterthought… it’s the main event. The climax. The standing ovation.
Located in the labyrinthine charm of **Seven Dials Market**—that secret nexus of Covent Garden where cobblestones whisper secrets and every doorway hides a new obsession—Mello Deluxe doesn’t *ask* for your attention.
It **demands it**.
And if you’re the kind of person who still thinks “marshmallow” means pink-and-white circus puffs from a carnival bag…
**Stay home.**
Let the rest of us evolve.
Because this?
This is dessert **re-engineered for gods**.
You don’t *visit* Mello Deluxe.
You **surrender** to it.
And once you do?
You’ll never look at a spoon the same way again.
🔥 **Go. Taste. Conquer.**
But don’t say I didn’t warn you—your old life ends the second that marshmallow hits your tongue.
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Opening hours
MON – TUES: 12PM-10PM
WEDS – FRI: 11AM-11PM
SAT: 11AM-11PM
SUN: 11AM-9PM
LOCATION
SEVEN DIALS MARKET
Earlham St
London WC2H 9LX
United Kingdom
What just detonated in the heart of Seven Dials market isn’t dessert. It’s a **sensory coup*
A **textural revolution*
A **marshmallow manifesto** so decadent, so obscenely luxurious, it makes every other sweet treat in this city look like a sad afterthought served on a paper plate at a toddler’s birthday party.
Welcome to **Mello Deluxe**—London’s first-ever *marshmallow dessert bar*, and if you’re still eating cake like it’s 2012, you’ve officially been left in the edible dust
This isn’t just sugar on a spoon. This is **culinary theatre**—crafted by the mad geniuses behind *Chin Chin*, the same crew who taught London how to party with flavor instead of just shouting over bass drops in Shoreditch pop-ups. But here? They’ve gone full Willy Wonka meets Michelin-level seduction. And they’ve weaponized **marshmallow*
