It may be rare that I fall head over heels, but when I fall, I fall hard. Like with Buvette.
I've been lamenting the fact that I never go out for dinner the way I used to. For whatever reason(s), since returning from Paris I just don't have the opportunity, occasion or companions the way I once did. I fell for Buvette late last spring and had only had one repeat visit. But this morning, I had the lucky opportunity to have breakfast there. And my love is for real.
They call these tartines, but never have I seen such fluffy-thick-soft bread. And the butter and marmalade on top?! Heaven.
Waffles buried under a cloud of whipped cream and fresh berries.
Et voila... tarte tatine. Sweet-savory, caramel-y tarte tatin. For breakfast. Pourquoi pas??
Not that there weren't other amazing little baked bits to choose from...
But I guess I need something new to try the next time I go back.