I haven't been very inspired to post anything over the last two months. But hardly anything inspires me as much as baked goods. My husband would say that anything French inspires joy in me. Combine the two, and I'm in heaven. Enter Paris Baguette.
When we go out to dinner, I often crave dessert. Most of the time, the offerings leave me cold, and I complain that there aren't any bakeries open after 7pm. Last Sunday evening we were looking for something to do to pass the time (no Super Bowl for us) and then this pastry oasis appeared before my eyes. They even keep late hours!
Though I'm not one for imitation anything, I had to partake in their "croissant donut." Kudos to Paris Baguette for respecting Mr. Ansel's trademark. Let me tell you, these flaky delights are LETHAL. Okay, you won't actually keel over from eating one, but you could do some serious damage (and buy far more than is wise) in a moment of weakness.
Look for a location near you!
