Afternoon Tea in Paris: Laduree

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This post is one of many documenting my week in Paris, a present to myself after graduating pastry school in 2012.

I always say Laduree is the Tiffany’s of sweets. Walking out of the shop with a pastel green bag is chic and tres Parisian. The interior is truly opulent with crystal chandeliers and wall paintings inspired by the Sistine Chapel and nearby Opera Garnier. Everything is gilded in gold, from the porcelain china for tea to the macaron boxes; I’ve saved them because they are so beautiful. I typically stop by to buy macarons and leave, but on my latest trip, I decided this was a fitting spot to celebrate graduating from pastry school. My final project was a pastry assortment inspired by the ones at Laduree.

Three of the Laduree locations in Paris have tea salons: Champs-Elysees, Rue Bonaparte and Rue Royale. The latter is the oldest and I wanted to be at the original establishment, so allons-y! Off to Rue Royale for tea!

Afternoon Tea: Jacques Genin and my caramel-making story

This post is 1 of 3 afternoon teas, during my week in Paris, a present to myself for graduating pastry school in the fall of 2012.

UPDATE: As of 1/14/13, Jacques Genin will no longer be carrying pastries. Yes his fortés are his chocolates and caramels, but I thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon tea I had there. Hopefully it will continue in some form.

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Tea for two at Jacques Genin in the Marais (3rd arrondissement)

Joséphine Chez Dumonet

This post is one of many documenting my week in Paris, a present to myself for graduating pastry school in the fall of 2012.

On this trip, I was looking for an authentic French dining experience, some real protein to offset my subsistence on baguette and beurre. I consistently read that Chez Dumonet in the 6th arrondisement was the place to go. So I decided to start my trip right and made a reservation for my first full day in the city.

Grand Marnier Soufflé

Paris Croissants Revisited and Ranked

This post is one of many documenting my week in Paris, a present to myself for graduating pastry school in the fall of 2012. Every moment was spent eating and one post wasn’t enough. It’s now a short novel. Kidding. I hope.

On the flight to Paris, while taking a nap I woke to the smell of butter. My nose said… croissants! I immediately scanned the plane for a coming flight attendant. Sadly, this is what landed in front of me. Never have I seen such a sad, limp piece of pastry. I ate it anyway because well, I was bored and anxious with 2 hours to go till landing. Not a very good reason but I vowed when I got into the city I’d eat enough good ones to make up for this.


Left: Plane croissant, Right: Pierre Hermé croissant

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