I cannot imagine the skill that goes into each mini-masterpiece behind one of LA's most beautiful pastry cases, and I fear to ask how much time goes into creating these works of art.
In what looks to be a scale model of the bush-ripened tart little tam, a silky chocolate mousse cohabits with a very soft gel-jam that sits upon an airy sponge in the raspberry-within-a-
The elaborate Saint Honore houses puff pastries with the most perfect vanilla cream. The crunchy crust is a beautiful honeyed luxury, and every bite is a cotton-cloud dream.
Even the box is most beautiful, watercolor flowers across a gray-blue sky.
You can't leave without a bag of Macarons, and though we chose the colors of a muted eyeshadow palette, the flavors are hardly subdued. Yuzu is a hit of citrus, the mango passion fruit, a tang. Sea salt caramel is sweet, pistachio has nutty notes, hazelnut is a marriage between the two. Matcha is earthy, earl grey is a robust tea.
Very fancy, the utmost in upscale, a lasting example of the mastery of classic technique and precision in a world that runs on machine-rolled muffins and grocery-store croissants. Beautiful and impressively delicious, every item here is meant to be slowly savored, though you'll be very quick to run back for just a few macarons more.
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