The CC doesn't even like desserts, but he does confess a hankering for both croissants and baguettes. Preferably, the former for breakfast, and the latter any time of the day. Preferably, to excess. Preferably. to serious excess!
Sadly, what passes in this country for either, would earn a place against the wall in the benevolent czarship run by the CC.
But NYC is different, right? We all knew that, right?
There seems to be this rocking place in Harlem by French-Senegalese escapees (aka immigrants) from Paris. My friend who flies to Paris every two weeks claims it's better than anything she ate/eats/has eaten in Paris (and she, my good friends, is a foodie.)
There's only one way to convince you, my gentle readers, there's only one way!
So if you want a taste, you'll just have to visit.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
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So you're telling me that's a meal ? For an adult ?
It's dessert, ass-munch!
That can be a meal too you know, schoddenfrodden. Remember grad school ?
I try not to!
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