Walking into The Ivy Bakery–Dolce Isola felt like stepping straight into The Ivy at the Shore’s chic cousin who went to culinary school in Paris and decided to open a bakery in Beverlywood. The flowers alone? Total showstoppers. Like, “stop and smell me before you even think about the croissants” level of gorgeous.

Speaking of croissants—the pastry case is basically a carb lover’s runway show. Cookies, breads, croissants, gelato… I swear I heard a faint whisper of “Eat me, you know you want to” from the chocolate chip cookies. Naturally, I obeyed. They were nut-free (thank you, bakers, from the bottom of my allergic friend’s heart) and as delicious as they looked.

Now, most people save dessert for last, but let’s be honest—dessert is the Beyoncé of any meal, so why bury the lede? That gelato display? Absolutely calling my name for next time. Multiple flavors will be required.

But, onto the savory stars: Ricky’s Fried Chicken Sandwich was a masterpiece. Coleslaw, pickles, seasoned butter (yes, BUTTER on fried chicken, bless them), and thousand island dressing all hugged by a pillowy brioche bun. It’s basically the sandwich equivalent of a standing ovation. The Caprese Sandwich kept things classy with buffalo mozzarella, fresh tomatoes, basil, and olive oil on homemade baguette—simple, but that’s the genius of it. Naturally, we got fries because… balance.

Service? Lovely. Friendly. Efficient. Zero complaints, unless you count my only regret: not being able to try the meatball sandwich (but don’t worry, winter menu—we’re coming for you).

In short: beautiful space, killer cookies, sandwiches that deserve their own fan clubs, and gelato that’s plotting to steal my heart next time.