Croissant Count (as of July 18): 13
Croissant #13 - La Grande Epicerie - Bon Marché. Pain au Chocolat. It was good, not great. I think, these days, I much prefer plain croissants to filled ones. The chocolate was overpowering and a little sweet. The pastry was light and airy though. 38, rue de Sèvres, 75007.
Croissant #12 - L'Institut Catholique. Chausson aux pommes. My first one this trip. A little too sweet for my taste, but very very convenient.
Croissant #11 - Some bakery in Rouen. Pain aux raisins. Huge, warm, and yummy. Again, had to dispose of some of it because it was too much of a good thing. I've since come to the conclusion that if you don't finish a pastry, then the calories of the consumed portion don't count. C'est une bonee idée, non?
Croissant #10 - L'Institut Catholique. Pain aux raisins. Woke up late and missed breakfast at the foyer so I had to grab something fast at the school cafeteria. What a deal! Only €0.80 for a huge pastry the size of a face. I had to throw away half. Sacrilegious!
Croissants # 8 and 9 - L'hotel de Chateaubriand in St. Malo. At this point of the trip, I was feeling a little done with the croissants. However, these were at our place settings each morning at breakfast. How can one leave a croissant untouched? Pas mal.
Croissant #7 - Paul. Croissant aux Amandes. It was pretty gross. After we bought our croissants, we were told by the profs that Paul has their croissants made at a factory and flown in frozen. This one was soggy and resembled a danish. Of course we ate them anyway.
Croissant #6 - Poujauran. More doughy than the other croissants I've had. But still nice and flaky. Best price so far. 20, rue Jean-Nicot, 75007.
Croissant #5 - LeNôtre. Yummy. Nice, flaky, buttery, and airy. This bakery is air-conditioned and that, in and of itself, is a great treat these days. 15, boulevard de Courcelles, 75008.
Croissant #4 - Boulangerie Kayser. Very nice and flaky. Would have been even better if it were hot from the oven. Maybe tomorrow... 8, rue Monge, 75005.
Croissant #3 - Paul. Er, not so good. I probably wouldn't have been able to tell it was not so good had I not had Gerard Mulot. Not as flaky nor as buttery. 33, rue de Tronchet, 75008.
Croissant #2 - Gerard Mulot. OMG, I've died and gone to heaven. It was so good! Patisserie Gerard Mulot. 76, rue de Seine, 75006.
Croissant #1 - American Airlines breakfast. After 6 hours on the plane, it didn't taste so bad. After all, it was piping hot. But you had to eat it fast so it didn't get TOO rubbery.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
The Straw That Broke the Camel's Back
One evening, we were at the grocery store buying some fruit, water, yogurt, and other staples. We were tempted by the fresh pineapples but decided against them because (1) they would be troublesome to peel and cut, and (2) the menu for dinner that night included ananas - pineapple - as an appetizer.
We arrived at dinner to find:
Last night, three of us had decided we'd had enough dorm food. So we ventured out to the 7th, to Les Fables de la Fontaine, a restaurant recommended by Miss Pim of Chez Pim fame. We could not be happier with our meal. At this point, anything that is fresh and not overcooked is a treat. The restaurant has a small menu entirely of fresh seafood. You can see from the pictures that foam is requisite on almost every dish. Funny. A few days before, we were just discussing how foam is de rigueur at restaurants these days. The dishes were all delicious and we were very happy with ourselves that night.
Carpacchio of tuna
Steamed langoustines served with homemade aioli
Brochettes of prawns in a foamy butter sauce
Cod with white beans (and foam)
A fish called "Lieu" with yummy potatoes (and foam)
Sea Bream with a fennel salad (and foam!)
We arrived at dinner to find:
Last night, three of us had decided we'd had enough dorm food. So we ventured out to the 7th, to Les Fables de la Fontaine, a restaurant recommended by Miss Pim of Chez Pim fame. We could not be happier with our meal. At this point, anything that is fresh and not overcooked is a treat. The restaurant has a small menu entirely of fresh seafood. You can see from the pictures that foam is requisite on almost every dish. Funny. A few days before, we were just discussing how foam is de rigueur at restaurants these days. The dishes were all delicious and we were very happy with ourselves that night.
Carpacchio of tuna
Steamed langoustines served with homemade aioli
Brochettes of prawns in a foamy butter sauce
Cod with white beans (and foam)
A fish called "Lieu" with yummy potatoes (and foam)
Sea Bream with a fennel salad (and foam!)
Monday, July 17, 2006
La Dame Aux Camélias
Last week, we went to the Opéra Garnier to watch John Neumeier’s La Dame Aux Camélias, based on the book by Alexandre Dumas, fils. Truth be told, I was not really looking forward to it. It had been really hot every night and I had been feeling constantly tired from not sleeping well. Also, two nights prior, we had gone to the Opéra Bastille for a performance of L’Elisir d’Amore, which was almost unbearable because of the stuffiness of the theater. I was afraid of a reprise of that night. And when I read the program and saw that the ballet was 3 acts with 2 intermissions, I wanted to cry.
But I was pleasantly surprised.
First of all, the Opéra Garnier is spectacularly beautiful. Check out a juxtaposition of both opera houses. We were all installed in separate boxes on the first and second balconies. The feeling of being shown to your private box was very old world grandiose. (Of course, I immediately thought of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman – the scene with the opera glasses. “These are broken. Mine are broken.” Ghetto ghetto me.) The paintings on the ceiling by Chagall were luminescent and whimsical. I thought the ceiling both contrasted and complemented the lavishness of the theater. I really dug the decor although I don’t usually like ornate and fussy things. And to add to my surprise and delight, each box had its own air conditioning vent. It was simply too much!
I’ve been to a few ballets in my lifetime but I can’t say that I have loved any of them. So, I was tickled that I really enjoyed this one. This is despite the fact that I couldn’t see the right side of the stage. (Our seats were nice, but not that nice. After all, budget is the theme of the program.) But I figured, no worries, anything vastly important would happen center stage. And for the obstructed scenes, I shamelessly leaned out of my balcony and craned my neck. Ce n’est pas mal.
It was a tragic love story so there was not much sleuthing needed. The costumes, by Jürgen Rose, were very beautiful and ethereal. My favorites were what looked like woolen winter dresses that became wispy silky nothingness when the ballerinas danced and leapt. It was magical. The choreography was very sensual, very carnal. There was a lot of touching and kissing and fondling. I mean, a lot of it. Which is usually pas de problème, except…
…did I mention that I was seated next to a nun? (We had an extra ticket and invited her to come with us.) I noticed that she was clapping with approval in the earlier scenes of the ballet. Then as the story got hotter and heavier, she just sat there while the rest of the audience was clapping with delight. I felt guilty clapping. Should I not clap either? Is it sinful to clap? Especially because during the intermissions, she and I would talk about the costumes, and the décor, and other innocent and neutral things like dolphins, cute sea creatures and the like, I felt like I was betraying her. (I thought it was really cute that she asked me if there are dolphins in the San Francisco bay.)
Then, there was the scene where a male ballerina was completely naked. Granted, we only saw him from behind, but I was wondering the entire time, what she must’ve been thinking. Not to mention the scene where the two lovers were frolicking in the country and ended up in the throes of ecstasy. I wanted to crawl into a hole. Note to self: if you have to sit next to a nun, make sure the ballet is The Nutcracker or something similarly innocent.
But I was pleasantly surprised.
First of all, the Opéra Garnier is spectacularly beautiful. Check out a juxtaposition of both opera houses. We were all installed in separate boxes on the first and second balconies. The feeling of being shown to your private box was very old world grandiose. (Of course, I immediately thought of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman – the scene with the opera glasses. “These are broken. Mine are broken.” Ghetto ghetto me.) The paintings on the ceiling by Chagall were luminescent and whimsical. I thought the ceiling both contrasted and complemented the lavishness of the theater. I really dug the decor although I don’t usually like ornate and fussy things. And to add to my surprise and delight, each box had its own air conditioning vent. It was simply too much!
I’ve been to a few ballets in my lifetime but I can’t say that I have loved any of them. So, I was tickled that I really enjoyed this one. This is despite the fact that I couldn’t see the right side of the stage. (Our seats were nice, but not that nice. After all, budget is the theme of the program.) But I figured, no worries, anything vastly important would happen center stage. And for the obstructed scenes, I shamelessly leaned out of my balcony and craned my neck. Ce n’est pas mal.
It was a tragic love story so there was not much sleuthing needed. The costumes, by Jürgen Rose, were very beautiful and ethereal. My favorites were what looked like woolen winter dresses that became wispy silky nothingness when the ballerinas danced and leapt. It was magical. The choreography was very sensual, very carnal. There was a lot of touching and kissing and fondling. I mean, a lot of it. Which is usually pas de problème, except…
…did I mention that I was seated next to a nun? (We had an extra ticket and invited her to come with us.) I noticed that she was clapping with approval in the earlier scenes of the ballet. Then as the story got hotter and heavier, she just sat there while the rest of the audience was clapping with delight. I felt guilty clapping. Should I not clap either? Is it sinful to clap? Especially because during the intermissions, she and I would talk about the costumes, and the décor, and other innocent and neutral things like dolphins, cute sea creatures and the like, I felt like I was betraying her. (I thought it was really cute that she asked me if there are dolphins in the San Francisco bay.)
Then, there was the scene where a male ballerina was completely naked. Granted, we only saw him from behind, but I was wondering the entire time, what she must’ve been thinking. Not to mention the scene where the two lovers were frolicking in the country and ended up in the throes of ecstasy. I wanted to crawl into a hole. Note to self: if you have to sit next to a nun, make sure the ballet is The Nutcracker or something similarly innocent.
Croissant Count
Croissant Count (as of July 17): 12
Croissant #12 - L'Institut Catholique. Chausson aux pommes. My first one this trip. A little too sweet for my taste, but very very convenient.
Croissant #11 - Some bakery in Rouen. Pain aux raisins. Huge, warm, and yummy. Again, had to dispose of some of it because it was too much of a good thing. I've since come to the conclusion that if you don't finish a pastry, then the calories of the consumed portion don't count. C'est une bonee idée, non?
Croissant #10 - L'Institut Catholique. Pain aux raisins. Woke up late and missed breakfast at the foyer so I had to grab something fast at the school cafeteria. What a deal! Only €0.80 for a huge pastry the size of a face. I had to throw away half. Sacrilegious!
Croissants # 8 and 9 - L'hotel de Chateaubriand in St. Malo. At this point of the trip, I was feeling a little done with the croissants. However, these were at our place settings each morning at breakfast. How can one leave a croissant untouched? Pas mal.
Croissant #7 - Paul. Croissant aux Amandes. It was pretty gross. After we bought our croissants, we were told by the profs that Paul has their croissants made at a factory and flown in frozen. This one was soggy and resembled a danish. Of course we ate them anyway.
Croissant #6 - Poujauran. More doughy than the other croissants I've had. But still nice and flaky. Best price so far. 20, rue Jean-Nicot, 75007.
Croissant #5 - LeNôtre. Yummy. Nice, flaky, buttery, and airy. This bakery is air-conditioned and that in and of itself is a great treat these days. 15, boulevard de Courcelles, 75008.
Croissant #4 - Boulangerie Kayser. Very nice and flaky. Would have been even better if it were hot from the oven. Maybe tomorrow... 8, rue Monge, 75005.
Croissant #3 - Paul. Er, not so good. I probably wouldn't have been able to tell it was not so good had I not had Gerard Mulot. Not as flaky nor as buttery. 33, rue de Tronchet, 75008.
Croissant #2 - Gerard Mulot. OMG, I've died and gone to heaven. It was so good! Patisserie Gerard Mulot. 76, rue de Seine, 75006.
Croissant #1 - American Airlines breakfast. After 6 hours on the plain, it didn't taste so bad. Afterall, it was piping hot. But you had to eat it fast so it didn't get TOO rubbery.
Croissant #12 - L'Institut Catholique. Chausson aux pommes. My first one this trip. A little too sweet for my taste, but very very convenient.
Croissant #11 - Some bakery in Rouen. Pain aux raisins. Huge, warm, and yummy. Again, had to dispose of some of it because it was too much of a good thing. I've since come to the conclusion that if you don't finish a pastry, then the calories of the consumed portion don't count. C'est une bonee idée, non?
Croissant #10 - L'Institut Catholique. Pain aux raisins. Woke up late and missed breakfast at the foyer so I had to grab something fast at the school cafeteria. What a deal! Only €0.80 for a huge pastry the size of a face. I had to throw away half. Sacrilegious!
Croissants # 8 and 9 - L'hotel de Chateaubriand in St. Malo. At this point of the trip, I was feeling a little done with the croissants. However, these were at our place settings each morning at breakfast. How can one leave a croissant untouched? Pas mal.
Croissant #7 - Paul. Croissant aux Amandes. It was pretty gross. After we bought our croissants, we were told by the profs that Paul has their croissants made at a factory and flown in frozen. This one was soggy and resembled a danish. Of course we ate them anyway.
Croissant #6 - Poujauran. More doughy than the other croissants I've had. But still nice and flaky. Best price so far. 20, rue Jean-Nicot, 75007.
Croissant #5 - LeNôtre. Yummy. Nice, flaky, buttery, and airy. This bakery is air-conditioned and that in and of itself is a great treat these days. 15, boulevard de Courcelles, 75008.
Croissant #4 - Boulangerie Kayser. Very nice and flaky. Would have been even better if it were hot from the oven. Maybe tomorrow... 8, rue Monge, 75005.
Croissant #3 - Paul. Er, not so good. I probably wouldn't have been able to tell it was not so good had I not had Gerard Mulot. Not as flaky nor as buttery. 33, rue de Tronchet, 75008.
Croissant #2 - Gerard Mulot. OMG, I've died and gone to heaven. It was so good! Patisserie Gerard Mulot. 76, rue de Seine, 75006.
Croissant #1 - American Airlines breakfast. After 6 hours on the plain, it didn't taste so bad. Afterall, it was piping hot. But you had to eat it fast so it didn't get TOO rubbery.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Green Tea Eclair
Conveniently located on rue de Vaugirard, a block from my dorm.
A case of green tea-infused treats.
A green, oozy yumminess.
Sadaharu Aoki is a pastry chef trained in the French classical tradition who boldly pioneered the fusion of French and Asian ingredients in his pastries. Or so I've read. Basically, he adds matcha to some of his creations, thus rendering amazingly delicious treats. The matcha lends lightness to the traditional eclair and the matcha glaze is not cloying. I'm a fan. Although, at €4.00 an eclair, I'm a reserved fan.
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