Calories don’t count on the Week end (especially at Ladurée)
I am kinda back in Cebu.
I mean, my body has landed, for sure. But my mind is still somewhere in a paradisiac Parisian little shop.
All week long, as I was painfully chewing this infamous Jewish bread that tastes like cardboard (matzo anyone?), I only had one name in head (and in stomach!): Ladurée.
Like Tiffany’s, Ladurée does not need any definition. You don’t eat a basic macaron there. You are savoring un Ladurée!
The glorious French pastry opened its magical doors more than 150 years ago. Just imagine that Abraham Lincoln, Beaudelaire and Charles Dickens could have met up there for a high tea, playing checkers with chocolate and vanilla macarons…
History meets food and fashion: the shop could only be Parisian! Open the door of one of their beautiful stores, and here is a glimpse of the jewels you’ll find. Bon Appétit, and remember that only memories are worth counting – definitely not calories!
Follow the guides
Saint Honoré: Puff pastry, caramelized cream puff pastry, light vanilla cream and Chantilly whipped cream, grilled flaked almonds…
The Emblematic Religieuse à la rose : Cream puff pastry, rose petal custard cream, raspberries
The “mille feuilles” is coming straight from heaven: Caramelized puff pastry, vanilla cream flavoured with old dark rum
Pink or blue Pucci box, same mouthwatering experience
left, from the top: rose, lemon, the Pucci (lemon rose) right, from the top: orange blossom (my favorite ever!), chocolate,vanilla Care for more? the pistachio, the incredible yuzu ginger, my beloved blackcurrant violet. The new Cherry blossom is ok, not as good as the rasberry though. And unless you really have a sweet tooth, you can pass the chocolate and coconut guimauve