Alright, so folks keep asking about my trip down to Myrtle Beach, especially the sweet stuff. Figured I’d spill the beans on my little dessert adventure there. It wasn’t exactly a planned-out foodie tour, more like a desperate hunt for something decent to end the day with, you know?
Myrtle Beach Sweets: The Initial Lowdown
First off, finding truly amazing dessert in Myrtle Beach? It felt like a bit of a challenge, not gonna lie. You’ve got your usual tourist spots, slinging ice cream that’s been sitting there since the dinosaurs roamed, and fudge shops that all taste kinda the same. I tried a few of those big, flashy places right on the main drag. Meh. Mostly sugar, not a lot of soul, if you catch my drift.
I remember this one evening, I was craving a good slice of pie. Like, proper, homemade-tasting pie. Walked into a place that looked promising, all retro diner vibes. Ordered the apple pie. Came out looking like a picture, but man, the filling was just this gloopy, overly sweet jelly. The crust was okay, I guess, but it just wasn’t hitting the spot. It’s funny, ’cause I wasn’t even in Myrtle Beach for a vacation, not really.
The Real Reason for the Dessert Hunt
See, I was stuck there for this work thing. A “seminar,” they called it. Sounded fancy, but it was three days of PowerPoint slides in a stuffy hotel conference room. By the end of day one, my brain was fried. The only thing I looked forward to was escaping that room and finding something, anything, that tasted good. Dessert became my little rebellion, my reward for surviving another eight hours of corporate jargon.
My colleague, Dave, he was no help. Guy eats like a rabbit. Salad for dinner, then straight to bed. So I was on my own for these little excursions. One night, after a particularly mind-numbing session on “synergistic marketing paradigms” (I kid you not), I just started walking. No plan, just needed to clear my head and find some sugar.
Stumbling Upon a Gem (and some others)
And that’s how I found this little bakery, tucked away off a side street, almost hidden. It didn’t look like much from the outside. Honestly, I almost walked right past it. But there was this smell, you know? That real butter and sugar smell. So, I went in.
They had these amazing little key lime tarts. Perfect little things. The crust was crumbly, buttery, and the filling was just the right amount of tart and sweet. Not too green, either, which is always a good sign. I sat on a bench outside, watching the world go by, and that little tart? It honestly made my whole miserable day a tiny bit better. I think I went back there every night for the rest of that “seminar.”
- Tried their pecan pie too – pretty solid. Not life-changing, but way better than that diner disappointment.
- They also had some decent cookies, the big, soft kind.
Now, not every place was a winner. There was this Italian joint that everyone raved about for their cannolis. I went. The shell was soggy. Big letdown. And don’t even get me started on some of the “gourmet” cupcake places. All frosting, no cake, and cost a fortune.
So yeah, Myrtle Beach desserts. It’s a mixed bag. You gotta do a bit of digging, get off the beaten path. But if you’re patient, and maybe a little desperate like I was, you can find some good stuff. Just gotta manage your expectations, especially with those super touristy spots. For me, that little hidden bakery was the real MVP of that trip. Made those long days almost bearable.
