Blé Sucré

Here's some Paris torture for ya! And for me too, since I'm back in chilly NYC. The above viennoiserie is the famously unpronouncable and unspellable Breton kouign amann, an impossibly buttery, caramelized pastry. It took me out of the apartment last Saturday off to Blé Sucré in the 12th near Marche Aligre. Don't miss it!
If you want go off your diet with a bang and never regret a single bite try this thing called "paille"/straw something or other. Getting powder sugar down your front is one of the memorable experiences from eating paille. You'll get raspberry jam on your chin too. This is the most unmanagable of French pastries but worth it.

I'm grateful that I don't love whipped cream. I am a sucker for any tarte citron I come across. I did have Blé Sucre's and it was absolutemente excellent.Did I mention that Ble's chef Fabrice Le Bourdat, was formerly pastry chef at Le Bristol and it shows. Though the prices do not.

I'm glad I found Blé Sucre just 2 days before leaving Paris or the results of my summer regime would have been out the window.

Their wall of homemade jams. I got l'abricot - there was a stick of vanilla inside...sigh

They have macarons but I was loaded with enough. I went straight home to try them out. You can get lunch too at Blé Sucre.

Eat on their terrace overlooking Square Trousseau, while gazing in at all the possible dessert choices.

7, rue Antoine Vollon 75012

Metro: Ledru Rollin

*Closed on Mondays and Sunday afternoon
BONJOUR Blé Sucre!