I just might have found my baklava fix in the east! But the best is still in the west. At least in my humble opinion.
It was a snowy April afternoon that I stopped by this swanky place. Nicely decorated unlike most of it's kind (sorry, if I've offended anyone). One lonely man stands behind the counter a little perplexed as to why a Chinese man is in his store. And all the while we looked at each other in confusion because I was confused at why he was confused.... he handed me a baklava. I hesitantly devoured it and asked for more...
Our exchange was brief and I was out the door in minutes with my box of goodies. I couldn't wait so I devoured a few in the car. It was.... good. Fantastic texture; light, airy and crispy! Those nutty flavours fill your taste buds and lingers a little. And with the tiniest hint of honey at the end, almost unnoticeable. I did however notice the overwhelming sweetness these little buggers provided.
This is definitely in the upper echelon of baklava's I've had over the years. I wouldn't dare say this is the best as there's a clear winner today and it's the King out West. Texture wise these guys are superior. Somehow the baklava is lighter and crispier but it's that seductive, unwavering, lingering honey aftertaste that I am after. One only the King has given me so far. The way I see it is this, Patisserie is a thrill ride when you bite into it and like a rollercoaster it ends rather quick. While the King is like the coaster that gives you the light-headiness long after the ride.