Friday, September 26, 2008
Does it ever happen to you when you go to a new city that you pass by a place you want to go in, think you have enough time later, but never end up coming back that way. Always happens to me. I think I still have another 2-3-5 or whatever number of days, but the end always comes so soon and then I end up having lots of what-ifs, my little bits of unfinished business in the city I might never come back to.
Like this small kiosk set up by the french bakery chain Paul in a canary wharf mall. I had a sandwich there, but I was bewitched by their macaroons. It was morning, and too early for the sugar rush so I thought I'd come back in the evening. And every evening I'd get late at work and they would be closed by the time I got there.
So I made myself leave office a bit early yesterday. And Paul was open. And I got my little bit of heaven. Paul makes those super large macaroons filled with butter cream in a few flavors. But that's regular enough. What I loved at Paul was a tray of bite-sized macaroons. Each tray has 12 bites in six different flavors. The one I got last night had chocolate, coffee, pistachio, lemon and buttersctoch with cream fillings and a raspberry one with a jam filling. Crunchy yet light, sweet but not overly so, I simply love these macaroons.
There's another variation to this tray with more exotic flavors : coconut, figs, walnut, gingercream. Maybe I'd get to leave a little early tonight. If not, there's always next time, at least in London.