opening in our area...
I had visions...
remembering the patisseries and bakeries of my travels in Europe...
I licked my lips and grabbed my wallet...
and we walked in to Dolce Vita--the highly touted "European Style Bakery" yesterday afternoon. Anticipation rich, my children primed with my grand descriptions of what they'd find, we looked around. The table tops were marble, the seats were leather. A flat screen TV was tuned in to CNN above a gas fireplace. The staged formal ambiance had cost a small fortune. A chalkboard above the counter listed coffees and sandwiches.
The bakery cases were nearly empty.
Inside one case were 14 "puffins" (muffins wrapped in puff pastry). I counted them. Five were chocolate, five were orange, four were carrot/raisin. (Carrot/raisin!?) I looked around, panic swelling my throat, rising in my empty belly. A few loaves of bread lay in a corner display. This was it.
No feast of delicacies.
No array of tempting sweets.
No tarts, tortes, cookies, eclairs, pies, cakes, crumbles, crisps, danishes, rolls, croissants or baklava.
Perhaps the owner thought "European Style Bakery" meant "Communist-Run Bakery During Time of Famine." She was visible through the window to the kitchen and looked kind of stark and angry. Perhaps no one suggested to her that she might invest in some inventory and skimp on the expensive decor. I cannot imagine what she was thinking.
Our chocolate puffins were kind of dry.
I'm still pretty mad about the whole fiasco.
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