Guess what just opened a few blocks from work?
That’s right! Sure, it’s a chain — just one of many in Europe, though the first in the U.S. — but it’s French. Which means that my diet during the workday now consists primarily of pains au chocolat.
|Pain au chocolat|
Of course, man cannot live on pain au chocolat alone, so I usually add in a sandwich on a baguette and a San Pellegrino (which, of course, is not French and comes from the stock I keep in the mini-fridge in my office).
I do have one bit of criticism for our friends at Paul, though: If you’re going to hold yourself out as a French bakery — to the point of having French labels on your pastries and encouraging your employees to greet customers with a cheery “Bonjour” — then you had better be able to play the part. More specifically, when I ask for a “chausson aux pommes,” I shouldn’t be met with a blank stare until I translate it into “apple turnover.”
|Chausson aux pommes|
mmmmm, I'd be eating here 'most every day….Lady
What?! No lemon tart!? Who are you and what have you done to my brother!?