i had scoped the area out the day before. balzac's coffee shop boasted a beautiful, vintagey interior, delicious ice coffee and a patio with its chairs facing towards the piazza, much like in europe. the barista had tried to entice me the day before with an eggy, moist-looking pain au raisin, but i'd been feeling too virtuous to indulge. today was my day.
when i arrived at balzac's, i went straight up to the snappy & chatty barista, proclaiming, "i'm back for that raisin pastry" (i didn't want to give myself up as a pastry conoisseur by pronouncing pain au raisin with a snobbily fake french accent). her expression changed from snappy to regrettful, "you're too late! however we have..." she gestured to the other pastries. nothing could compare. i left disappointed and made my way up the street to another bakery.
the brick street bakery had looked so cute and welcoming, with its colourful hanging flower pots and sign. yet, alas, while the interior boasted a delicious looking array of goodies, there were no pain aux raisins.
after trying every bakery and cafe in the distillery district, i decided to walk up to petite thuet on king street, sure that this bakery would offer the authentic french pastry my heart desired.
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no dice. i settled for a pain au chocolat and called it a day.
i'll have to wait for nadege or pain perdu on st. clair west... or just hop a flight back to france. until then, i leave you with this video:
adieu.
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