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AN AMERICAN ACCOUNT OF PARIS : LIVING, EATING, AND TRYING TO SPEAK FRENCH

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

CHEESE TUESDAY - LANGRES





Since I'm a softy for soft cheeses I went for, yet again, another delicious soft silky stinky cheese for this week. I actually almost forgot that it was Cheese Tuesday until I passed my neighborhood boulangerie and realized I had no bread...or cheese! Luckily a fromagerie was just a few doors down and I bought a sweet little Langres to try. I, of course, butchered the pronunciation and said "Laun-gray" instead of the correct "Laun-gruh." Potato, potahto. The woman was very sweet about it at least and only gave a small chuckle before correcting my American accent.




Langres is an interesting little nugget of cheese. It's from, surprise surprise, the Langres region, and is traditionally served with champagne poured over the top. It has an orange hue to its exterior and delicate little ripples which make it look somewhat brain-like. It comes in a small, fat cylinder and is gushy and soft around the edges. Just the kind of weird stinky divineness that I look for in my fermented dairy.




The cheese was a wondrous texture, bordering between a soft butter and a smooth goat cheese, it was gooey on the outside and denser in the middle. It spread fabulously. Buttery smooth and with a nice rich buttery flavor to match. Though it looked, smelled, and oozed like something strong, it really had a fairly mild taste to it hitting all the right notes with a softness that I found pleasing and intriguing. There was a smooth bitterness complimented nicely but the creamy butter flavor. A mild nuttiness that slowly evolved to exhibit an underlying hint of fermentation that left a lingering sourness rolling around in my mouth.


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Before I knew it I had finished off half of my cylinder and I wanted more. It was one of those cheeses that could easily be eaten without even thinking about it because it wouldn't dare assault your senses, but the second you took notice you couldn't help but be enamored by it's innocent strength.

Writing this I can see it sitting across the table from me, quietly melting around the sides with its denser middle holding strong. It's beckoning me to eat more. And I may just have to take it up on that offer. I do have half a baguette left after all, and everyone knows those go bad in a night. I'd hate for that to happen.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

PARIS PASTRY SHOP MAP

I thought this would be a helpful tool for people visiting or living in Paris. Here is a map of some of the more famous patisseries (or as we Americans call them, pastry shops). I have yet to try them all but now you can go ahead and stop by one if you happen to be in that area. Let me know what you think and recommend!

Click the image to get to the patisserie map! 


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CAFE POUCHKINE

Since Elze's friend is visiting from Rome she's been even more energetic and go-get-em than usual. So the other day she decided that we should check out the tree and dome inside of Gallerie Lafayette and then pop into Printemps next door and admire the beautiful patisseries she'd heard about in Cafe Pouchkine. Apparently her fellow employees at Hugo & Victor praise Pouchkine for the beauty of their desserts and said that she just had to go and check them out. My curiosity had been awakened and so I decided to tag along for the day.




I did not, however, really realize what I was signing myself up for. I've been fighting a bit of a cold and while I know I'm coming out of the worst of it I still have a horrible sinus headache and a sexy raspy voice to show for my troubles. So when we began to submerge ourselves into a crowd of shoppers and enter a shopping mall, I was a bit less than thrilled. Though my status as a female may suggest that I love shopping, shoes, and buying ridiculous amounts of purses and jewelry, I actually detest shopping. I go in and get out as quickly as possible. Don't let this fool you into thinking I don't like having new, shiny things, I just hate the process of going out and getting them myself. I'd rather go to the dentist. Add onto that a headache that felt like someone was poking into my temple with a small needle and I was slightly regretting this decision.




Gallerie Lafayette was absolutely packed with people going about their Christmas shopping. It was horrible, reminding me of a few horrible frat parties I attended in college when you know the only reason it's warm is because of all the people. Luckily this prepared me for such situations and I have no problems elbowing my way through a crowd to make sure I don't lose my fellow travelers. Sure I may have pushed an old lady a bit to catch up with Elze, but granny certainly wasn't having any problems herself, using her cane to beat fellow shoppers back so she could get the best deal on hosiery.




The dome of Gallerie Lafayette was absolutely beautiful, not to mention the gigantic christmas tree stretching up high into it. I've seen pictures of this numerous times and it was nice to see it with my very own eyes. Plus, I appreciated experiencing this part of Christmas without having to worry about the shopping that everyone else was suffering through.




We decided to venture up to the level of food because if there is any shopping that I do enjoy it's one where I can eat my purchases as I go. And this was a mecca of nourishment. Filled with little stands from some of the best pastry, cheese, asian, and cafe shops in Paris, it was a one-stop destination for all things gourmet. (Like Wal-Mart, Paris style.) As much as I love that stores in France are small and personal, it can become annoying when you have to go to fifty of them just to get some errands done. But here, you can get delicious asian dumplings right next to where you can buy gourmet cheeses after you've bought some desserts from the mini Sadaharu AOKI just behind you. On a different, less busy day, I would've loved to have spent more time here and eaten just a bit more.




Perhaps the highlight of the Gallerie Lafayette was when we passed through the men's underwear section. Elze was busy chatting on the phone with Suanne trying to figure out where the heck she was. There was a multitude of tiny men's underwear in shockingly neon colors and Elze's eye was obviously drawn to them. Next thing she realized was that she had been staring at a pair that happened to be filled, and by a real man! When she looked up and saw a gorgeous male model smiling and saying, "Bonjour!" she turned an instant red and walked away quickly. He laughed and went about his job of standing there and looking beautiful.




We finally emerged from the ridiculousness that was Gallerie Lafayette and made our way to Printemps for Cafe Pouchkine. Cafe Pouchkine isn't exactly what I would call a cafe since it is mostly a patisserie with limited seating (but then again, perhaps during a time that isn't the busiest shopping month of the year it would be sufficient). The pastries are fanciful and gorgeous, eye catching and tasty looking, making it hard to decide on just which one you want. I was also shocked to see how gigantic their viennoiserie were with some of the biggest pain au chocolat and croissants I've ever seen in my life. These people are obviously Russian, not French.




Elze, Christy and I all went for something chocolate which turned out to be a big mistake. They tasted like, well chocolate, and nothing else. But Elze's friend bought the millefeuille which looked more like a panetonne than traditionally millefeuille and tasting incredible! Suanne bought the Medovik which was a honey cake reminiscent of cheese cake and which I just couldn't get enough of. With layers of honey caramel, creme fraiche, and graham cracker crumb cake, it was one of the best cakes I've had in my life! The macarons were disappointing with the flavors tasting off in some way and the shells being too dense and caky. Obviously it was hit or miss here but with the hits being such great, fantabulous, mind blowing bullseyes, I will definitely have to return to do more tasting!



Saturday, December 10, 2011

TEMPS DE NOËL EST ICI

Hello dear readers. December is falling fast upon us. Luckily I'm poor and abroad and so my Christmas shopping duties are fairly limited this year. Though it may seem like a chore at times I have always loved buying Christmas gifts. As cheesy as it sounds I really do like giving more than I like receiving. There's just something magical about getting that one, special something for someone you really love. I hope you're enjoying your Christmas shopping this season. And if you find it becomes a bit too stressful, buy a box of chocolates to eat along to way, that always helps me!


Friday, December 9, 2011

MISSION: RELIGIEUSE & ECLAIR

For this mission I was trying to do just religieuse. Both Elze and Christy wanted me to chose this pastry because they wanted me to feature the religieuse from their internships. According to Elze, Hugo & Victor has a wonderful religieuse and though she used to hate making them everyday, ever since she started thinking of them as little people she's fallen head over heels for them. Christy boasts about the miniature religieuse of the Ritz and says that three can fit on neatly in your hand. So I accepted this as my mission. Of course neither of them ended up bringing me their religieuse so I had to go out and find some elsewhere. 

Though religieuse is a classic french pastry not all shops carry them. Only two of the five places I went had religieuse so I decided to also get eclairs from two of the other shops since they are very similar. A religieuse is essentially two puff pastries (made from choux shells) on top of each other like a snowman. They are filled with pastry cream and usually topped with fondant. They traditionally have a piped bit of white butter cream on top which gives them the appearance of a bald monk, hence the name "religieuse." 

Eclairs have the same choux shell as a religieuse and the same pastry cream filling. We Americans are used to our eclairs with vanilla filling and chocolate ganache tops, but in France they usually use a fondant topping that corresponds to the filling. So a chocolate eclair will have chocolate pastry cream and a chocolate fondant topping. A vanilla will have vanilla cream inside and white, vanilla, fondant on top and so on and so on. I think you get the point. 

For this reason a lot of religieuse and eclairs can be too sweet. Fondant is practically straight sugar and, when you put that on top of something with a sweet custard inside, it can make your teeth ache just looking at it. But I must say that of all the religieuse and eclairs I ate, none of them were too sweet and for that I was thankful. 

So let's dive in shall we? The four shops I went to were Carl Marletti, Laduree, Sadaharu AOKI, and Jacques Genin. I decided to go for different flavors at each place based purely on what felt right. I also thought it would add some excitement to my tasting and make it easier to consume that much butter and sugar. 

Carl Marletti: Cafe Religieuse




As I wrote about yesterday, I was extremely excited to go to this patisserie. Carl Marletti's reputation precedes him and though I've never met him I respect and love him deeply. I truly believe that being able to run a kitchen in a calm but assertive manner, and to have that kitchen be well known within the most competitive pastry city in the world, requires some sort of zen chi personality that I only wish I could have. The neighborhood surrounding the store is beautiful and you'll feel like a true parisian visiting this little corner of the city. The shop is tiny and the selection is small but beautiful. It's also unbelievably inexpensive asking only 3.90€ for a heafty religieuse, which is unheard of in the other elite Parisian patisseries. 




I went with the cafe religieuse because it sounded good and I always appreciate how coffee can break through the sweetness of a dessert. Though not the prettiest of religieuse it had a certain charm to it, fat, shiny, and yummy looking. This religieuse had the modern crumble affect as well as a shiny cafe fondant. Though it felt slightly soggy in my hands it certainly did not feel that way in my mouth and was soft and easy to eat. The buttercream piping on the side was hazelnut flavor which added a subtle something that made me stop and ask myself, "what is this I'm tasting?" and I always like to be a bit surprised. The hazelnut was a humble and pleasant accent to the coffee which was nice and strong. This was wonderful since it cut the sweetness of the fondant and made the entire pastry cohesive and delicious. 

The crumble of the choux added an interesting texture which my tongue found exciting amidst the smooth textures of the fondant and the cream filling. My only criticism is that there were some lumps in the filling but I only noticed them because I was looking. It certainly didn't feel lumpy in my mouth. It was also so big that I would've been more than happy to share it with someone else. But then again, I ate the other half for breakfast the next day. It is coffee after all. 





Laduree: Rose & Framboise (Raspberry) Religieuse




Rose is one of those flavors that you either like or you don't. I personally love it. Something about it makes me feel like a princess, and what girl doesn't like to feel like a princess every now and again? Laduree is an experience. It's very traditional and French as well as being a huge tourist spot that is usually jam packed with people and often enough with a line out the door. This time I was helped by a wonderfully sweet girl who smiled and didn't rush me along, but now that I think about it they weren't all that busy when I was there for some miraculous reason. The rose and framboise religieuse sounded good to me because I thought the raspberry would add a freshness to the pastry and ease some of the sugar high pain I was about to endure. 




Packed in a beautiful box I was excited to delve into this gorgeous religieuse. Symmetrical and eye catching it looked almost perfect. The fondant was matte and not shiny, which from what I learned in school is a mistake, but it actually looked nice and sophisticated. 



I was so happy when I cut into it to see fresh raspberries hidden inside. Like the best surprise ball in the world, I'm always happy to see fresh fruit! Plus it looked even prettier now that I'd sliced through it's fat body. But this high didn't last long. I ate the head off and I'm sure a frown pulled down at my lips. What was this? This was not the kind of surprise that I like. It tasted weird and I couldn't figure out what it was. The choux was extremely eggy, which wasn't exactly bad but it also had an almost stale element to it. The rose flavoring was nice and not too strong and the cream was good and smooth. What I finally realized was that it was the raspberries that were the problem. It's December, after all, raspberries have no business being in a dessert here in Paris. To my defense, I was thinking it would be some sort of raspberry jam or cream, and while I was delighted to see these fresh beauties hanging out in the middle of my religieuse, I was not so delighted to eat them. They were drab and flavorless, adding a horrible unrecognizable weirdness to the pastry. 




Overall, this religieuse left me confused and disappointed. Perhaps another flavor would be a better way to go, something a bit more classic, like caramel or chocolate. But for 6.70€ I'd rather hit up my new BFF Carl Marletti for one of his homely little gems. 



Sadaharu AOKI: Green Tea Eclair



I love green tea in desserts. Green tea ice cream is one of my favorite ice cream flavors, and at Sadaharu AOKI almost everything comes in green tea (or matcha). The sad thing about green tea is that it's, well, green. Not the most appetizing of colors for a dessert. But if you look past the ugly duckling appearance you get to indulge in the swan within, and I was more than happy to. 



The fondant on this eclair was a bit uneven in shine and was cracking slightly in areas, but I really don't care too much about such things. It looked wonderful and being thin and long made it easy to eat. The green tea came through immediately and was strong and sweet and glorious! I couldn't help but utter a muffled "yum" as I chewed my mouthful of eclair. The choux had a wonderful doneness to it that added a great base to the dessert, something rustic to anchor the sweet fondant and green tea flavor. It was so perfectly sweetened that I could have easily eaten the whole thing and would have if I didn't have other desserts waiting for me to try them.



The filling was perfect and smooth with a great green tea flavor mirrored by the green tea in the fondant. The cream was eggy and rich but not too dense or filling either. My only complaint was that it wasn't completely filled to the ends so I felt a little cheated. It was just so delicious! Usually I leave a half of each dessert in the fridge for my roommate to enjoy in later, but I set this one aside. There would be NO sharing of this dessert. It was all mine! 





Jacques Genin: Caramel Eclair




I had never heard of Jacques Genin before and so I was surprised to see that his store was located just a short walk from my apartment. Though he is known more for his chocolate he is also supposed to have superb pastries and so I set out to decide for myself. Even though it was only a few blocks away I instantly got lost. I looked left, I looked right, I doubled back, yet no Jacques Genin to be found. I dipped inside a hotel to ask for directions. The man laughed at me and pointed at the store just kitty corner from him. "There's no sign, I know..." he said. I felt a bit silly but quickly shook it off and strode across the street and through the automatic glass doors of his signless shop sitting just on the corner of Rue de Turenne and Rue Charlot.  

It was very oddly set up, with two levels. The first had a case with candy and that was all. I walked past this and down the few steps to the level with chocolate and pastries. Tucked around a corner here was also a large area filled with tables and chairs and people enjoying their desserts. It was very quiet and I felt a little bit like a kid who had wandered into a room filled with adults have serious conversations. I looked at the case of pastries and was sad to see no religieuse amongst their small selection, but they did have chocolate and caramel eclairs that were even longer and skinnier and tastier looking than Sadaharu AOKI's and so I went for it. The man behind the counter came up with a smile and asked my what I wanted. I was a bit taken aback by his polite attitude, especially in this hoity toity establishment. I decided on a caramel eclair and, with box in hand, took the little devil back to my apartment for tasting. 




The eclair was absolutely breathtaking. Skinny and long with a nice slender shiny fondant topping, I was excited to bite into it. And when I did I was surprised, yet again. This wasn't fondant, this was caramel. I've never been a huge fan of fondant and so I was ecstatic for this switch-up. The caramel was just the perfect consistency, not too soft or stringy and not hard or crunchy either. It was chewy and perfect with a great deep color and nice, rich, dark flavor to it. 




The choux shell was heavenly, crispy on the outside and soft and pillowy on the inside. It added a nice element and flavor to the rest of the eclair without taking over the pastry cream or caramel. Like a base guitarist, you wouldn't necessarily know it was there but without it the entire thing would've fallen flat. The cream was smooth and just as rich in dark caramel flavor as the topping. And I was happy to see that it filled the shell end to end. 




Caramel desserts can be a bit scary. They can often become too sweet too quickly. But this eclair was nothing of the sort. It had a strong caramel punch but it's sweetness didn't assault my senses into submission. I ate the entire thing, in one sitting, without so much as a twinge of a sugar headache. It was so rich but so balanced that I just couldn't help myself. I had to eat it. In my opinion, this was the perfect eclair. It had the best choux and the best overall flavor. The winner of this group, I cannot wait to go back and try it's chocolate brother. I only wish the shop was a bit further away 'cause I really can't afford to buy new, bigger, pants. 










Thursday, December 8, 2011

IT'S A SMALL WORLD, AFTER ALL



Today I went about my business and hit up multiple patisseries for my MISSION:PARIS post tomorrow. I've been a bit under the weather and so it wasn't the easiest thing in the world to pull myself out of bed knowing I was going to go and eat a lot of sugar which would only antagonize my headache, but like a trooper I found some way to muster up the energy.




The weather has definitely started to become more and more wintery but I was lucky to choose a day when it wasn't pouring rain. I hopped on the metro and began my assignment. The train I jumped on just happened to be filled with little children. They were on some field trip or outing or in some group thing and it was hilarious to watch them joke around and be little devils like all children are. I'm guessing they were around 6 years old since they were quite small and giddy. Three of the little boys were sitting on the two seats next to me, all squeezed in together like sardines in a can and I watched them through the reflection in the mirror. I could see the one right behind me looking down at my boots and then he snuck a little kick at me. I couldn't exactly blame him, I was wearing knee high rain boots and I'm sure they were tempting as hell. And watching him and this thought process working about in his tiny little head was hilarious. I turned around and gave him a glare followed by a smile and he opened his eyes wide in shock then turned to his friends and whispered and giggled. Boys will be boys.


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At my second stop of the day I got off in the fifth arrondisement in the Latin Quarter so that I could hit up Carl Marletti and Sadaharu AOKI's second location. I walked down Rue Censier to get to Marletti's store and was so please to see a sweet church and a small roundabout with a fountain drenched in Christmas Decorations. It was such a sweet little spot! I tucked into the Carl Marletti store and was filled with such joy and a sense of now that I fell in love with the place immediately. I'm sure I am somewhat biased towards this place because everything I've heard about him and his shop is wonderful. Apparently it's a heavenly place to work and do one's internship and if he weren't full I would be begging for a spot. Unlike so many other chefs, Marletti is known to take things in stride and uses his disappointment instead of shouting to get a message across.




The store was tiny and clean, and I was the only customer there. I loved how beautiful and unpretentious the desserts were. Nicely done but not so perfect that I felt like I was in a museum, or that any attempt at making one myself would be futile. The boy behind the counter looked like he had stepped out of a fashion magazine and had a classic french attitude. I was a bit disappointed in this, hoping he would be much more friendly and sweet but, alas, he was still french and I should know better by now. I looked at all the desserts and was shocked by how inexpensive everything was. At Laduree a religieuse costs 6.70€  and here it was only 3.90€! And everything was like that. I was falling in love.




My arms were already full with pastry store bags and so I only bought my religieuse, my mission for this week, and went about my way knowing that I would return and perhaps dedicate an entire mission just to him. And why not? I could actually afford it! And then the funniest thing happened, I stepped out of the shop and while trying to figure out where to go was hit with deja vu. I had been here before...I had seen this fountain...And what was this?! Rue Mouffetard?! Well throw me in a rose bush and call me pokey! I'd stayed just a block away from here my first week in Paris. I couldn't believe that I'd been this close to Carl Marletti, my new found love, and never stepped foot inside. Right then and there I decided I would be returning, and early enough in the day to enjoy the famous Mouffetard Market. It would also make a perfect day for my mother and cousins especially if it ended with a meal at Chez Lena et Mimille, which I believe was only a stone's throw away.




Paris is like a chihuahua. Big attitude. Small size. Here I was on a metro with a classroom of children already kicking strangers and getting their underground wits about them, rubbing shoulders with the muckity mucks like myself. But then, without even knowing it, I stumble upon a part of the city I actually know and recognize. If you really wanted to you could walk through all the wonderful parts of Paris in a day and not even break a sweat (and that's the only kind of walking I like to do). I can't wait to do some more Latin Quarter exploring and I plan on eating everything Carl Marletti has to offer me. Like a crazy celebrity stalker, I'm madly in love with him and I'm sure he feels the same way, he just doesn't know it yet.


Wednesday, December 7, 2011

RESTAURANT REVIEW: CASA OLYMPE




Casa Olympe was one of the first restaurants I went to in Paris. I was very excited because it was my first Michelin Star experience. Casa Olympe was opened by Olympe Versini and she became the first woman to get a Michelin Star. I had read about Casa Olympe in one of my Paris tourist books and liked the sound of it. It sounded somewhat quaint with simple, traditional french food done right. It sounded like exactly what I wanted.

Not the easiest for my friend and I to find, we walked around four what felt like hours look like idiots with a map. But we did, eventually, locate the small little eatery and were more than happy to sit down. That was until we entered the joint. We certainly did not feel welcomed. No one acknowledged us when we entered and had to awkwardly ask for a table. The host sat us in a tight corner without so much as a smile. While I now have grown accustomed to this attitude, at the time I was still expecting friendly or at least welcoming service. If not for the fact that we were too embarrassed to turn on our heels and leave, I think both Chrissy and I would've walked out right then.




We ordered the cheapest bottle of wine on the menu because none of them were really all that cheap, and neither of us considered ourselves wine snobs. The water then brought us some dusty old bottle that looked as though it were a prop in a movie and poured us two cloudy glasses of what I can only assume was white wine. That was, after all, what we had ordered. We hesitantly took a sip and each shared the same sour-puss face as the liquid entered our mouths. It tasted like something that had been fermented in someones old sweaty shoe. It was horrible. We should've have sent it back, immediately. But we were already feeling as though we were putting these people out, like we had already been branded as tourists and idiots, and so instead of demanding a real bottle of wine we watered it down and suffered through the horrific sweaty vin, glass after glass (like true idiotic tourists would).




I ordered sweet breads because it's something that I love and since it was just my first week in France I really wanted something that I couldn't find easily in the states. My sweet breads arrived and I must say the plate looked wonderful. They were served with some grilled asparagus and an olive oil asparagus sauce. They were cooked beautifully but sadly that was really their only redeeming quality. They lacked in flavor and I had to add a multitude of salt because it seemed as if they didn't have any at all. And while I love sweet breads, and love asparagus, I was somewhat expecting a little bit more to be on my plate. It was relatively bare for a main course. Certainly not bad by any stretch, I ate every last sweetbread, but I was quite disappointed by the dish. I didn't want anything exciting per se, just something that made me happy to be eating it.




Chrissy and I ordered a cheese plate to finish and were happy, at least, with that. But really, how can you mess up cheese in France? I must admit that all the other patrons in the restaurant seemed happy. They also seemed like regulars. Olympe herself was there going around and saying "Hello" to everyone. Two old men sitting near us were served a large platter of slowly cooked meat and looked as jolly as could be digging into it. Another table had their dog sitting underneath them and Olympe bent down and gave him vigorous pets. But Chrissy and I both felt like unwelcomed outsiders who had been taken advantage of. It was not the Michelin Star experience I was looking for.




I do not know if this is a fair analysis of Casa Olympe, but it certainly reflects my dining event. From the reviews I've read online it appears that most people disagree with me and I am tempted to return for another meal. Many people consider it their neighborhood stop, warm and welcoming with good traditional French comfort food done simply and well. But when it comes to Paris I see no reason for taking chances. There are so many wonderful restaurants that do what they do well and consistently. This restaurant may have peaked my interest and presented itself as all the things I wanted, but it failed to deliver them to me. And really, when you like the idea of something more than you like the reality of it, all you get is disappointed. And that truly does not taste good.