How could moi possibly go to Paris and not go to Laduree? If you think about it, it’s practically a pilgrimage! This was one of the meals I was most looking forward to.
Hubby and I were seated in a lovely conservatory style room which allowed us views of the day unfolding along the Champs-Elysees. It happened to be a georgous day, but the room was somewhat dark because of all the drapery hanging form the ceiling and the windows. Once seated, I ordered “Le petit-Dejeuner Laduree.” This consisted of a basket filled with mini viennoiseries (little croissants, little brioches, etc.) and traditional mini breads served with butter, honey (hey, I didn’t get any honey!!! I just realized this now while looking though the menu… can I take back my tip?), jam, freshly squeezed orange or grapefruit juice, and a choice of tea, coffee, or hot chocolate. I had the hot chocolate. The mini viennoiseries and breads were lovely. My favorite of them was a tiny sugar glazed sweet croissant. The orange juice was also especially nice, it was very fresh and tangy. Hot chocolate? Good, but I don’t know, not amazing. What can I tell you, I have had some pretty amazing hot chocolate in my time (the best being at Demel in Austria), and this just didn’t match up.
Hubby was naughty and pulled a fast one on the housewife. He ordered the same as me but with the addition of scrambled eggs and fruit salad. I was slightly peeved. Hubby knows he shouldn’t have more goodies than me. And fruit salad? Hubby doesn’t even like fruit! Well, it turned I had nothing to be jealous of. I will be frank with you in saying that the scrambled eggs were horrid. They had the oddest texture, like porridge, and the fruit salad was just kind of insipid. It was much like something you would get out of a can of fruit cocktail.
Check out the eggs, they just look kind of wrong, don’t they?
Eating at the Champs-Elysees Laduree was certainly a fun experience. Would I do it again? No. The food is not amazing. There is actually better food there available for takeaway in their front room, and it happens to be much cheaper. I think next time I’d rather just buy some goodies from there and sit on the benches along the Champs-Elysees with a cup of tea and an adorable little hubby who will not be able to out order his wife (… so naughty! Bad hubby, bad!). The price for this breakfast for two was 45 Euros, which really wasn’t worth it, in my esteemed opinion 
. This doesn’t mean I wouldn’t go back. It just means I would give them a miss for breakfast. Well, no worries, I got to fulfill something on my Paris wish list. It’s all good in the Champs-Elyeese hood daaaaaaahlings! (Oh my God, I just kill me sometimes.)
. This doesn’t mean I wouldn’t go back. It just means I would give them a miss for breakfast. Well, no worries, I got to fulfill something on my Paris wish list. It’s all good in the Champs-Elyeese hood daaaaaaahlings! (Oh my God, I just kill me sometimes.)p.s. Not that this has anything to do with my breakfast, but just thought I’d mention that I saw Rihanna when I was in Paris. Apparently she was there for Paris fashion week (while I was there for the food 
… where are my priorities daaaahlings?). Hubby and I were walking along ultra fashionable Avenue Montaigne and across the street from us, at the Hotel Plaza Athenee, we saw a big crowd. Nosy parker that I am, I wanted to see what the fuss was about. Turns out, these people were paparazzi and Rihanna fans. Hubby and I waited for about 10 minutes and we saw Rihanna being escorted out by her entourage (one of which has the same haircut as her, which is kind of weird). She was wearing a gray Hussein Chalayan mini dress, and some freaky doo garter belt boots. Hubby and I loved her uber cool glasses, I totally wouldn’t mind a pair of those.
… where are my priorities daaaahlings?). Hubby and I were walking along ultra fashionable Avenue Montaigne and across the street from us, at the Hotel Plaza Athenee, we saw a big crowd. Nosy parker that I am, I wanted to see what the fuss was about. Turns out, these people were paparazzi and Rihanna fans. Hubby and I waited for about 10 minutes and we saw Rihanna being escorted out by her entourage (one of which has the same haircut as her, which is kind of weird). She was wearing a gray Hussein Chalayan mini dress, and some freaky doo garter belt boots. Hubby and I loved her uber cool glasses, I totally wouldn’t mind a pair of those.I actually found some pictures on the internet taken on that day on the outside of the hotel (and no, you can’t see your favourite housewife in any of those pics, I wouldn’t want to outshine Rihanna).
