Funny story - when Puffin and I first came to Paris together last year we stayed at a hotel in the Marais near rue de Temple. One day after I got home from work she told me "I went to the gay chocolate place today." I didn't know what she was talking about so later we walked by and she pointed it out - "see, it says le gay choc." Ok, sure enough.
However, the longer I was in Paris, the more I became confused by the name. The French word "choc" means "shock." So, this place then became the Gay Shock in my mind. But that seemed strange too. What is so shocking about a patisserie that makes good stuff? Today, as part of my "patisseries between home and work" series, I went over there to pick out something for breakfast. I stared at the name again. Maybe we're reading into this too much. Maybe it's owned by the Legay family? When I got home I looked it up on the internet and sure enough, Legay is simply the family name of the owners....
Nevertheless it's one of Puffin's favorite places. I ordered a brioche, which was light and flaky and not too sweet. I added a side of scrambled eggs when I got home. A good start to the day.