My husband has been taking me out on Friday nights, in a lovely gesture to recapture some of what life was like before we had two little boys. This past Friday, we stopped by Pix Patisserie, the fabulous French pastry shop (where they also serve PBRs, so you know it's not really France), and I brought my camera. Here's a little of what we saw.
The pastry case glows, adding a space-age luster to the traditional desserts; Opera, creme brûlée, tarte citron...
Newcomers hover in front of the case every night, blinded by the fantabulous options and never quite understanding that $5 for these works of art is a bargain unlike any they'll ever know...
I know what's good, and tonight I can't hold myself back from the Royale with cheese, dacquoise base, chocolate mousse, hazelnut praline filling, and the most perfect Brillat Savarin, yummy yummy soft cheese with dark chocolate and crispiness, ahh...
