I don’t think I have discussed Laduree on this blog yet (but I have on my old blog, the one that’s floating aimelessly in cyberspace). Laduree is famed for one thing: heavenly French macaroons. I am not exaggerating when I say that the pistachio macaroons are one of the MOST amazing culinary experiences of my life. They are just that freakin good! But, more about that in my next post.
Laudree also happens to be a lovely place to have afternoon tea (which I haven’t tried there yet, but watch this space) or a meal. It is pricey, but a girl has to treat herself.
For lunch I had an omelette and fries. The French are known for the mastering of this underrated foodstuff, and master it they do. I am still working to perfect mine, and once I do, you will be the first to know. What’s kind of cool is they ask you how you want it done (runny, medium, or firm). I chose firm. The omelette also comes with the most magnificient chunky fries. These are fries unlike any you get in a burger joint. I would say they are more akin to roast potatoes. They are very thick, probably a bit over an inch, with a pillowy soft interior and a crunchy and delicious crust. See for yourself:
Note: The fry tower seems to be missing two fries. I have a feeling that the waiter ate them on the way to my table. It wasn’t like I couldn’t wait to eat my fries before I took the picture or anything.
For desert I tried something new. You see, I was seated on the second level of the restaurant. From there, I could see some amazing treats with my beady little birthday eyes. Perhaps if you look closely you will see them too:
Check out my desert, she is a beauty:
She is called the “Harmonie.” According to the menu its a “pistachio macaroon biscuit, (with) pistachio mousse cream with crushed pistachios, fresh strawberries and raspberries.” Mmmm, it was damn good! I will be having this one again, I can assure you.
And of course, one does not go to Laduree and not get a box of macaroons. Oh no my dears, it just isn’t done. I was supposed to eat mine on the train ride home, but somehow they disappeared before boarding. I just know it was that horrid waiter. I shouldn’t have left a tip!
