Nadège doesn't excite me in the least. You walk in, and everything seems as it should be: pretty pastries, busy minions, and a lovely view of the park. Alas, I've learned that pretty things are often deceiving and such was the case at Nadège.
My canelés lacked the traditional custard like centre and instead were akin to day old bread. The croissant looked good but again, dry and evidently over proofed. Everyone deserves a second chance, and so I headed across Queen West 2 years later with lover in tow.
It's no secret that I am somewhat of a Macaron snob (read my other reviews). What's more romantic than a box of assorted Macarons whilst sitting in the park amidst the chirps of fluttering birds? The macaron were utterly disappointing and my partner and I looked at each other and agreed these were not Ladurée quality. Stale. Lacking in flavour. Unfairly small. And obvious that some of the lot were sandwiched together with mismatched odds and ends.
When you've had real, authentic French pastries, you'll agree that Nadège simply disappoints.