I’ve bragged about you once and I’ll brag about you again, and again, and again…Des Gâteaux et du Pain. Flaky like a college girlfriend but a great croissant.
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I’ve bragged about you once and I’ll brag about you again, and again, and again…Des Gâteaux et du Pain. Flaky like a college girlfriend but a great croissant.
Continue reading ‘Best eats of 2011: Des Gâteaux et du Pain’
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If you’re wandering Aix looking for a morning cuppa or a sweet indulgence, search no further. Opened by MOF (Meilleur Ouvrier de France) Philippe Segond, Riederer is the must try pâtisserie in town.
Walking down Cours Mirabeau, the main street of Aix en Provence, you’re bound to come across Béchard, just follow your nose! Butter, butter, butter. Le beurre.
Des Gâteaux et du Pain. Cake and bread. Like guns and butter? Yes, for some odd reason this reminds me of my Boston College professor who loved using the macroeconomics guns and butter theory. In this case, the nation will have to decide the level of cake and bread to best fulfill its needs. Well, nation, let me give it a shot. After all, j’adore la fraise:

J’adore la Fraise
I’ve already gushed about the immaculate pastries at La Chocolaterie de Jacques Genin, the made-to-order caliber of freshness and perfect execution in flavor, texture and presentation. One would think the genius genie Genin had stopped at that, satisfied with le meilleur (the best). But then he goes and outdoes himself beyond ‘olalalala.‘ The result? My glorious, newfound infatuation with le caramel. I’m talking hallelujah-singing, eureka-exclaiming, party-in-my-bouche status.
le caramel
Looking back on the photos now, my visit to La Chocolaterie de Jacques Genin feels like a surreal chocolate, caramel dream. Even the staircase reminded me of a tempered chocolate spiral décor. Oui?
spiral
I like doing homework when it requires researching pâtisseries and sweet treats for a Parisian weekend getaway. My partner in crime from Le Cordon Bleu [and fellow Dumbledorian] Cat and I spent le weekend doing our due diligence.
French for “the halls,” Les Halles refers to the open-air, central marketplace that once existed in Paris. If you travel beyond Paris, to Burgundy or Lyon or St. Jean de Luz, you’ll also find Les Halles, mini-me’s of the Parisian legend (now replaced by underground shopping). C’est dommage.
After a long week of work drafting business plans and letters for Martín Berasategui, all I wanted was le weekend sans ordinateur. To kick off my non-manic monday, I started with perfectly grilled txipirones at Bar Jean in Biarritz. This defines “bien marcado.” No-nonsense, get-it-right-or-don’t-do-it-at-all, garlicky goodness:
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