Oh Bouchon, you've made me an addict. I trekked to your enclave under the escalator in the Venetian three times in a 24 hour period and spent $20 on your crack-like goodies. I was dismayed that you didn't offer the almond croissants that your Yountville sister has in abundance, but your kind worker comforted me with a strawberry croissant with a light taste of almond paste. Too bad my buzz from Fat Tuesday prevented me from tasting it properly. But alas, it was this buzz that helped me shell out $4 for almost every baked goody I ordered.
The macarons were heavenly, and much bigger than those in Yountville. I fell in love with your $3.25 goodness. The chocolate chip cookie was a tad brittle, but the buttery fluffiness of the croissant and pain au raisin helped numb the pain in my teeth.
If only your prices were a tad lower (why is it cheaper in Yountville of all places?), I would love you forever.
Bouchon does wonders with butter.