Boiled sweets at Garson’s. I’m gonna be honest here, I have no clue what that means. I can only imagine what strange contents fill these containers. Perhaps some quasi-malt balls, or gelatinized fudge pieces. Personally, I envision a syrupy goop of pink and purple hues whirled together, bubbling and hissing the percussion of its radioactive refrain as one pops the lid. “Boiled sweets.” It sounds so paradoxically ominous. I’ll bet it tastes like sugarplums. Although I’m not at all familiar with sugarplums either. I guess that’s fitting.