Paul Salon de The
(Sorry, I honestly don’t remember and cannot understand French well enough to find out the address for the specific store we went to!)
Just so you know, this post is killing me. I’m having a serious dose of Parisian croissant nostalgia and there’s another half an hour to go before lunchtime.
Walking into Paul was a bad first impression. It was early in the morning before we made our way to Versailles. We were told to wait for our maitre d’. We were left standing for a good ten minutes before we were eventually seated. Turns out, they only had one waiter working that shift serving a room filled with tourists, all eager to get their hands on the famed croissants.
Words can’t do fresh-out-of-the-oven Paul’s croissants any justice. It was warm, crispy, soft. A mixture of pure bliss. It was that moment when the croissant entered my mouth that I remembered why my friend told me even if I’m not a big fan of croissants, I HAVE to try croissants in Paris.
After coming back to Hong Kong, I have to say the short trip to Paris has turned me into a croissant lover. However, I’ve been disappointed with the croissants I have tried so far. Ironically, I don’t have an image of their croissant here. To be completely honest, I ate it before I realized I didn’t have a picture.
Joey Wong ♥