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| - I really enjoyed this visit! It's definitely tucked away in a very unFrench place -- another plaza a la Americana. The inside of the café also felt really "American space trying to be French" so I wasn't expecting much when I walked in, but I shouldn't let looks deceive me. The woman who took our order was French and French speaking; she would repeat your order back to you in French like she was confirming it and assumed you also spoke French. It was cute. She seemed stressed out, though.
We ordered cappuccinos, which were delicious. Then we split a tomato basil focaccia. And um, oh my word. The biggest problem? We both put it in our mouths immediately. So stupid. My mouth is still in pain. It was a lot hotter than expected! And doing that odd open-mouthed sort-of breathing-on-it thing DID NOT WORK.
We pushed through with a cup of veggie soup -- bland in a lovely way that made me want it next time I was sick and wanted something filling without too much intense flavor. Derek got a salmon tartine then and I got the brie tartine. Extremely filling even though they were a bit small. With the cup of soup, it was the perfect amount. The French understand it all!
On our way out, we both ordered some to-go pastries. They didn't make it home.
When we visited New Orleans in 2010, I went to a little place in the French Quarter where I had the best almond croissant in the world. It was flakey and warm and buttery with this wonderfully not-too-sweet almond filling.
This was not that croissant. BUT ... in a way, they were not comparable. These croissants weren't exactly flakey, but they were pretty buttery. It gave it this dense texture. Parts were a little crisp, even a little burnt, but it was just fine. Oh I ate it all up! Derek had a Paris-brest, or this hazelnut eclair ... I literally didn't see him take a bite. I handed it to him and it was gone. Haha.
I wish it was closer to us, because we'd love to go back. I just hope next time I don't burn my mouth. :(
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