I Didn’t Want a Small One

IMG_2933We were walking up Rue de Rivoli heading towards the idea of a cafe in the Marais, and the perfect pain aux raisins I had promised myself as my perfect taste of the city , when we realised we were walking past Angelina’s.  We nearly went straight by, as without the habitual long queue outside, this Pairs institution was unrecognisable.

Delightful as this place is, I’m generally allergic to waiting in line; but it was an easy choice when we could walk straight in.  The tables have marble tops, the chairs brown leather padded arms, and the decoration is something from the turn of the 20th century.  So popular with tourists, they offer set breakfast and lunch menus: the breakfasts generally involving a selection of mini viennoiserie of pain au chocolat, croissant and pain aux raisin.  But I didn’t want that. I wanted a single, proper sized pastry, so I turned to the small print at the back of the menu and took my chances.

When this monster arrived, I realised that my bluff had been well and truly called.


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