And it may involve whipped cream.
So when that inevitable “Hey, can you bring the dessert to the party?” moment happens, take a deep breath and head to...
Southern France, a new trove of flaky concoctions from a former Vosges Haut-Chocolat pastry chef, now open in Lakeview. (Let’s hear it for the slideshow.)
It’s all very grab-and-go. Whitewashed brick and antique china. That vibe. Frankly, it’s not unlike a Parisian patisserie where you’d procure a hand-rolled croissant and a tiny espresso on your way to work.
Only here, the tiny espresso is American coffee from Dark Matter roasters. And since the “Southern” in the name refers to the American South, you’ll also find buttermilk biscuits and pecan tarts in ample supply.
Keep it in mind when you’re on your way to your neighbor’s annual Bastille Day cookout—or your Father’s Day barbecue—and you’ve been randomly charged with bringing “something kind of French.” You’ll swing by, load up on lemon-lavender tarts, blueberry-jasmine gelée macarons and crème-filled Paris-brests.
Dad gets one “Paris-brest” joke.