In my household, we tend to fight over crisps or savory treats but this time a civil war nearly broke out when the husband polished off the last mouthful of chocolate Gran Cru when I turned my back for a minute.
It was an exercise of patience trying to photograph the two cakes while the husband and child circled around me like vultures. My darling child who shies away from cakes (!!! why?! whhhhhyyyy?!) scarfed down the entire Paris Brest. It was THAT good. The choux pastry takes on a more contemporary design instead of the traditional "wheel" shape (it is meant to be shaped like a bicycle wheel) filled like delicious creamy praline. It wasn't overly saccharine nor creamy. It was just.......... perfection.
I detest frostings of any kind but chocolate ganache.....*swoon* is right up my alley. A mouthful of Grand Cru is like sinking my teeth into a soft chocolate pillow of mousse but with varying textures.
I'll have you know that I trekked all the way to Marylebone in the freezing cold and rain just to get a couple of treats from La Patisserie des Reves. I then carried the box ever so carefully home from London to Hampshire via a slow train only to manage 2 small bites before the dessert dematerialized before my eyes. Pffffffttttt.
Just so you know..... Monsieur Philippe Conticini did not pay me to wax lyrical over a couple of cakes........... This is not really a review but if you ever EVER go to the famed patisserie either at Marylebone or Kensington, get yourself a Paris Brest or chocolate Grand Cru. Forget shopping. Just treat yourself to these two unbelievably divine traditional French patisserie.