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| - Near the backwoods of Chinatown, on the edge of Alexandra Park, at the corner of Bathurst & Dundas, at the mouth of a dark alleyway (unless it's daytime then it's not so dark), tucked in a sea container lies....a desserts shop specializing in macaron. Not exactly the beginning to a horror story.
Petite Nuage occupies 1/4th of a sea container, along with two or three other sea container businesses that are starting to spring up in Toronto. The variety of these businesses range from Jamaican food, to consumer electronics. The addition of Petite Nuage gives a touch class to the variety of businesses here. Although, normally, a touch of class was not exactly ever an issue anyplace where sea containers are found.
Macaron, a patrician dessert of French origin normally associated with English high tea, and arguably the most instagramed food item of 2013. It was not until my VIP tour to the Royal York hotel did I taste my first (complimentary) macaroon, the ones here taste better. Not to disparage my favourite hotel in Toronto, they don't make their own.
The obscurity of the setting is not to distract from the overall 'cuteness' of the store. It's no bigger than a hotel bathroom, which led me to stupidly ask the owner how much the rent costs, and then immediately retract my question after realizing what a completely rude question it was.
Macaron, rolls of them rivaling any full sized bakery, cream puffs, locally made 'from scratch' chocolates, Sicilian lemonade (they grew lemons in Sicily?), ginger 'beer', even wooden broaches? I don't understand the concept, but I care because the desserts here are bad ass. Apparently, the owner lady is a formally trained baker who apprenticed at the Park Hyatt in Yorkville. Why she ever left is a mystery to me, but I'm not one to complain as these elitist sweets have found their way into my Dickensian budget, through the miracle of retired cargo containers of the high seas.
To Hell with Green P parking, Just station your vehicle right on the winding road while you get out for a quick bite. You can keep your eye your vehicle without worry with the way these shops are situated. Looking at the setting, I am reminded how this part of the world is resembling more of a 3rd world-esk market with it's dwindling economy, and what a different story it is overseas in Asia, where these things would be expected, but don't exist. Sea container shops for Goodness sakes, how kitsch, and yet; how beautifully local.
I made the mistake of bringing one of the cream puffs back to work with me, I bit into the thing without having any knowledge what a cream puff is. The cooled white creamy centre exploded all over my face the moment my supervisor walked in on me.
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