I’m sure you were expecting a long, drawn-out blog post, weren’t you? A detailed chronicle of my week in Paris? Well, sorry. I’m going to give you little glimpses instead. Easier for me, less reading for you… Sounds like a win win, does it not?
And what kind of tourist would I be if I didn’t start with what is quite possibly THE best pastry shop in the entire world. (Disclaimer: I have not tried every pastry shop in the world, so we might be stepping in to the realm of hyperbole there…) Tucked in to an unassuming building in the Marais, near the Filles du Cavalaire métro stop, is the factory, the workshop, the wonderland: Jacques Genin.
Monsieur Genin is known worldwide for his pastry, his chocolate, and his caramels. And stepping in to his shop (which also houses a modern little café) is like stepping in to sugar heaven. So much so, in fact, that I visited twice. Calories don’t count in France, right?
I did a little research prior to my trip to Paris, and knew (thanks to Adam of Paris Patisserie), exactly what I wanted to order Chez Genin: a mille-feuille, assembled on demand. Translating to “thousand sheets” in English, the mille-feuille consists of alternating layers of pastry and pastry cream… And, on this day in particular, raspberry preserves. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you:
The mille-feuille vanille framboise (or vanilla raspberry).
My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
The flaky, delicate layers of pastry complimented the not-too-sweet vanilla pastry cream perfectly, and the raspberry preserves (also not-too-sweet!) added a delectable hint of tanginess. The pastry looked like it would be crunchy and dense, but it literally fell apart when I touched it with my fork. Delicate, buttery, surprisingly light… Oh man. I am not kidding when I tell you that this is one of the most delightful things I’ve ever eaten. Worth the price of admission (or airfare) for sure.
No crumb left behind, people.
And the awesomeness doesn’t stop there. Monsieur Genin knows how to treat his guests. With every order comes a tiny little plate of candy, just enough to taste. This time? Milk chocolates with hazelnut crunchies (not the technical name, but an accurate descriptor nonetheless). Well SURE, I’ll have some free bonbons to go along with my pastry and coffee! Twist my arm! (And I was not shocked to discover that the chocolates were *almost* as yummy as the mille-feuille. Almost.
Say it with me: “I will go to Jacques Genin. I will sit down in the café. I will savor every tasty bite.” Your taste buds will thank me, I promise. And don’t forget: calories don’t count in France.