I'm back in Paris after a few weeks in SE Asia and have slammed on the brakes to slow to Paris pace. It ain't so easy to do, things can be agonizingly slow here. I'm all for the slow food movement, but not when the slowness is a 40 minute wait for pancakes. Rose Bakery opened a branch close to my apartment in the 3rd and I go there from time to time for breakfast. Pingle is a huge fan of the pancakes so I ordered some because I was missing her. That's when I opened up my International Herald Tribune and began to read. When I got to about page 10 I heard someone at a nearby table asking what happened to their pancake order.
When I got to page 15, I still didn't have my pancakes - neither did the nearby table. They asked again. "They have to mix them" came the reply. Well, yeah, you do have to mix them - we all know that, the question is why is it taking so frigging long to mix them. It wasn't the bakers up front - two Japanese ladies - they were whipping up baked goods and stuffing them into the oven at a nice pace. The pancakes are made in the back somewhere by cooks unseen. I pictured them sitting in the back, puffing on cigarettes, drinking coffee.
The nearby table got their pancakes at page 20. I made it all the way through the paper before mine arrived. They were good, no doubt about it - just not worth the wait nor the 10 Euro price tag. In previous visits I've had the scones, which are excellent. I think, if I come back in future, I'll stick to ordering things that are already out of the oven and on display.
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