Miguel R.
Yelp
This was a find. I went to a nearby restaurant and saw this place across the street. I am drawn to Parisian fare--- I mean the city of Lights, is fabled to have gifted the world with culinary techniques that helped redefined the word delicious and made going out to dinner a cool affair, worthy of thought and reflection. I entered the spot, minutes before closing time and I was still welcomed by an older gentleman that spoke English with a heavy hint of an French accent- which I absolutely adore as it made me feel like I had entered a quaint pastry shoppe in front of Notre-Dame. My troubled thoughts and varied woes stopped for a minute, for they were left in America as I entered gay Paree.
The place had a people watching vibe-- quaint, with seats in and out. I could not sit and enjoy a latte as I watched people stroll by, cause I had minutes to make my pastry selections. I let my heart indulge in choices- so I ordered quite a bit: a classic Chocolate Chunk cookie (for my nephew) a Peanut Butter Cookie (for me) a chocolate ganache tart, a chocolate macaron, a lemon tart, a pecan tart, and a donut hole like pastry with visible sugar crystals in the outside. The owner gave me one of these to enjoy as I ordered- he called it a gift. Merci-- sir! I tasted it, and it was a soft cloud, at every bite, punctuated by those visible sugar crystals. A treat, to be sure. We parted ways me and what I perceived to be the Parisian store owner. I said goodbye in butchered French. He responded in expert and romantic French. A perfect way to close my visit.
My nephew-- who is only six- and thus picky from inexperience, devoured his choc. chunk, one small bite at a time, till he only had crumbs around him. I enjoyed my macaron first and it was a pleasure to enjoy. It was rich, in its chocolate presence, which is what I expect from a macaron. Then I enjoyed the peanut butter cookie with a cup of milk. Solid---- I especially appreciated the chunks of peanut butter. My parents enjoyed the pecan tart. The next day I enjoyed the chocolate ganache tart and that was the delight of the Parisan pastry box. I would go back, just to enjoy the tart again.
I have yet to try the lemon meringue tart. I know that there is a huge desire to name these tarts as pies--- especially as they had similar flavor profiles, construct and design, but the are different enough to be standalone treats. But if it helps you then do consider these as a cousin to pies-- cause I guess they kind of are.
This place is a small slice of Parisian fare in LA. It delivers solid pastries and charm. Attend, and be happy. Attend and leave with the desire to say uh, la la.