…are one of my favourite things of all time.
Nutella and butter are flowing and my happiness is exploding from my pores.
Because of this, I was very eager to try La Boulangerie, which is very close to my apartment. Perhaps, I thought to myself, I could become an adorable wannabe-French girl who could stick a baguette in my bicycle basket and ride home, ready to adorably face the days challenges with a belly full of French bread, Audrey Tatou-style.
Alas, that will not be happening.
I have spoken quite extensively about the fact that I hate waiting in lines and that I am extremely claustrophobic. Add to this the fact that, when I am paying for a meal, I want to be able to sit and eat it because, call me crazy, I find that enjoyable. I also would prefer to be served, restaurant-style, but I’m not insane and I know that isn’t to be expected at a bakery.
As soon as we arrived, there was a massive crowd of people lined up and milling about the door. I suggested going elsewhere, but my friends were determined and less high-maintainance than I apparently am.
So we waited in line, consistently being pushed around by other patrons and staff members, struggling to see the options available in the crowded and poorly designed space.
I had the banana and Nutella crepe and a milk chocolate hot chocolate for breakfast (because I am a chocoholic). It was fine, but not worth the wait, the price, or the uncomfortable dining experience. I will not be back for several months at least, if at all. Hopefully then the staff will be a bit better organized and some of the hype will have died down.