MAISON BERTAUX’S ALMOND CROISSANT
If you only had one meal left with the world at your mercy, what would you eat? Don’t rush, I’d hate for you to get indigestion just thinking about it. If you’re stuck for direction, head for Maison Bertaux at 28 Greek Street, Soho. This cinematic cafe-come-institution is run by two sisters who ooze warmth, wit and the sexy swagger of 60′s Paris – catch them together on the same day and you’ll melt. On the street outside, each table has a half pint glass as a vase with two pence pieces to weigh it down. Noel Fielding and Sigur Ros show their art here. Writers write here. Dancers rest here. Old ladies help clear tables here. You can sit for hours and discuss just about anything if they’re in the mood. The place is cut into slithers as inviting as any cake on earth. And this is why i come here. Cake. One cake in particular. The almond croissant. It deserves its own novel. Muscular, dense, twisted with a thousand stories to tell if you listen real hard. It spans a good seven inches and must weigh a third of a kilo. It belongs half way up Everest and is almost too much for one grown man. So starve yourself. Go in hungry and early, they sell out.
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