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| - Listen, the baked goods here are good. No, they are outstanding. So outstanding that the yelpernet seduced me into driving an unreasonable distance out of my way to fill my face with fancy French foods. Yup, confirmed: pastries rivaling the mouthgasms that I've happened upon in Paris (food related, you perv).
French macaroons: Get the burnt caramel, or I will burn you. Other flavors are worthwhile, but you will be taking up a night shift at the local factory to pay for the dozen you just bought for $15.
Standard macaroons: ohmuhguh.
Apricot filled cookie things: HNNNNGNGG.
Regrettably for my tastebuddies and wallet, this was all I was able to devour. Next time I'm in town I will certainly try EVERYTHING.
Why 4 stars? Two reasons. First, the prices are out of line with reality. This place is in the middle of nowheresville, not downtown. I'll pay out for the good stuff (you should see my whisk[e]y collection as evidence), but you have to draw a line somewhere. I should shut up, though, because I paid for it and will do it again next time. So, shut your face, me. Second, the shop closed at 5 PM the day we went. We arrived at 4:45 and felt a bit rushed by the woman working there to make a decision. We may have choked under pressure while considering all of the fat-inducing options much to the dismay of the employee. As we sat in the car across the street immediately filling our faces with a bag and box of coma-inducingly delicious pastries and baked goods, a woman tried to walk in the door to find it locked at 4:55. There were still employees there and the sign clearly said that the place closed at 5. The would-be customer literally looked like she was about to cry after knocking on the door a few times only to give up and walk away...
...And that's how good Jean-Marc Chatellier's French Bakery is.
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