tl;dr the pasteles are hit or miss, the puff pastries will leave you only a few euros short, and the trufas will entice you into a return visit
Across the Madrid pasteles game, La Mallorquina is a household name. The flagship cafe in Puerta del Sol has been churning out traditional Spanish treats such as napolitanas and trufas since 1894, and the shop was frequented by poets, politicians, and even members of the Royal Family. Nowadays, La Mallorquina operates multiple shops across Madrid, and the brand even has a strong online store presence.
A cursive, pink-neon sign is positioned above the entrance. The window displays are stocked with trays of carefully curated, backlit treats. Inside, the warmly lit to-go bakery displays with wooden trim run along each wall, while a narrow counter is available in the far back for a quick dine-in meal. Bright lights shine down from the soaring ceilings onto the whitewashed walls and checkered floors. Patrons are shoulder to shoulder; muscle your way to the end of the queue, and count on the staff to efficiently churn through the line. If you think that an evening visit will save you some time, guess again; the pre-game crowd was strong at this bakery. For a less hectic experience, grab a ticket from the red overhead dispenser at the Calle Mayor entrance to secure a table upstairs.
My mom and I stopped in La Mallorquina a few times. We were most impressed by the Trufa Grande, a tennis ball-sized bonbon loaded with an uber-rich yet light-as-air mousse and coated with mildly crunchy jimmies. Also stellar was the mocha-y Postre de Tiramisu, despite being more cream than cake. My mom, meanwhile, loved her dense, Basque-style Postre de Queso (cheesecake).
Across La Mallorquina's puff desserts, I found the pastry to be soggy rather than flaky; such was the case for the Milhoja (which otherwise sported a brick of sweet, fluffy meringue), the signature Napolitana de Chocolate (which was piped with a gritty but flavorful chocolate filling), and the Postre de Limon (which feature a similarly pleasant meringue and a tart, curd-like filling). The seasonal Torrija (a Spanish version of French toast, utilizing day-old bread drenched in sugar, milk, and egg) was remarkably custardy, but the sweet flavor, cold temperature, and mushy texture all felt one-dimensional. Lastly, the biggest "dud" of the lot was the Ponche de Selva Negra; this Spanish black forest cake eschewed any cherry influences (which I didn't mind!) in favor of dense yet flavorless vanilla-and-chocolate ganache; however, the cake and frosting together felt dry.
The pastries are all affordable, typically 2-4 euros each. The staff are friendly and patient, even with guests who speak limited Spanish. At their best, La Mallorquina's pasteles as worthy of a second (and third and fourth) visit; at their worst, they are an inexpensive upgrade over the nearby Carrefour Express. read more