Published 9 October 2008
Food , India
Tags: Auroville, bakery, baking, chocolate, croissant, pain au chocolat, Paris, pastry, Pondicherry, Richard Pekelney
The Bakery in Auroville makes the best Pain au Chocolat in the world. Period.
I say this after having done decades of research in Paris. My work has not been as methodical or exhaustive, perhaps, as the arrondissment-by-arrondissment croissant sampling performed by my friend, Rich Pekelney; but it has been reasonably extensive.
It is not that the dough has the diaphanous flakiness of that little bakery on the Rue de Fourcy or uses a chocolate of the silky richness of the place on Rue Saint Louis En L’Ile. On both counts, the Auroville pains au chocolat rate acceptably, not superbly. The true measure of greatness of these pastries is largely a function of location.
There may be a place on this earth in greater need of high-quality pain au chocolat than South India; but, with all due respect for authenticity and origin, Paris is not it; and I’ve yet to discover it. By meeting this serious necessity with deftness and abundance, The Bakery at Auroville wins my vote for the best pain au chocolat in the world.
Years ago, my sister was a member of the shaggy armpit club. It was not a look my mother particularly favored. Sometime after college and a stint in the Peace Corps, my sister shaved her pits and memorialized the occasion with a framed photograph as a Mother’s Day present.
My mom thinks it is about time for me to prove my filial piety in the same manner. It’s her last day in Paris, and she says that nothing would give her more Parisian pleasure than to find a salon with aestheticians brave enough to touch my hair. Or, more precisely, to cut it.
Will I give her the satisfaction she craves? Or will I continue to prove myself a rotten and unworthy son? Bet on the latter.
Published 23 September 2007
Tags: Benoit, bistro, Food, Paris
Benoit is a century-and-a-half old, one-star take on classic bistro food. It’s beautiful, traditional (and traditionally cramped) dinning rooms and friendly wait-staff are the epitome of the genre; and the food, though uneven, is generally a cut above. Not every dish at our table was excellent, but mine were:
Soup cremeuse d’ecrevisses à la ciboulette
Sauté gourmand de ris de veau, crêtes et rognons de coq, fois gras et jus truffé
Assortiment des chocolates
Meursault – Limozin, R. Monnier (2005)
Tisane de vervane
Published 22 September 2007
Bio , Tenzing , Travel & Adventure
Tags: Allez les blues, Eifel Tower, Ille de la Citte, Ille Saint Louis, Irish, Jardins du Trocadero, jet lag, Les Blues, Marais, midnight, night bus, Notre Dame, Paris, Paris metro, Place de la Concorde, policemen, prostitutes, Quai D'Orsay, Rugby World Cup
Getting over jet lag is as much a matter of will as of inevitability. That determination can be a bit hard to summon when it is time to roll out of bed in the morning or sleepiness descends in the mid-afternoon. Especially, when you are four.
Not surprisingly, Tenzing is wide awake, and quite chatty, every night when most of the rest of Paris is sound asleep.
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