Cream puffs at Popelini

The French Blonde is suspicious when it comes to cream puffs. Granted, France is the land of cream puffs, mais bon. The FB was taken to a place in Los Angeles called "Beard Papa," which had rather bready, thickish puffs stuffed with a kind of frothy whipped cream that left her singularly unimpressed and a tad bit resentful that her calories had been spent in such a wanton and unsatisfying fashion.

However, the FB's sweet tooth will not be denied, and she came across Popelini today, in the Upper Marais, as le peuple is calling it these days. One tiny caramel chou, please.

The top was crowned with a disc of semi-hard round caramel sweetness that melted on the tongue. The pastry itself was firm, with a caramel-flavored crème pâtissière. Three bites, max. By the time the FB crossed the rue de Bretagne to stare longingly into the windows of Ventilo (at a beaded and embroidered handbag), it was gone...as she suspects is the reign of the cupcake.



http://www.popelini.com/
address: 29, rue Debelleyme, 75003