Showing posts with label Gérard Mulot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gérard Mulot. Show all posts

Monday, February 10, 2014

La Petite Rose



La Petite Rose


La Petite Rose is perhaps one of my favorite quiet places for lunch with seating for about 8 people.  With a choice of two salads and a quiche, you will be delighted with the fresh selections.  On previous posts you have seen a sampling of their beautifully crafted pastries (here)  The chef is Miyuki Watanabe, a Japanese woman who was trained in Tokyo, came to Paris to work for Gérard Mulot, and then opened her own shop.  (merci Clotilde Dusoulier)


Oh, and the chocolates are divine!
(Valentine's Day is Friday)



La Petite Rose
11, boulevard de Courcelles
75008, Paris
 

Friday, September 17, 2010

Pâtisserie Gérard Mulot -- Miam-miam!


The pâtisseries of Paris provide a sugar feast for the eyes and Gérard Mulot in le 6ième arr. has a history of delicious offerings, both savory and sweet. The day in June when Marie and I walked past the pâtisserie on Rue de Seine, there was a line of anticipating customers that snaked out the door and around the corner.

According to Carol G at Paris Breakfasts, you stand in line to pick out your treat, you stand in another line to pay, and then you retrieve your pink box which will hopefully contain just what you selected and paid for! Miam-miam!

Monday, August 23, 2010

Citron Vert, Citron, Pistache! -- Miam-Miam!


Citron vert, citron, pistache! Citron vert, citron, pistache! Citron vert, citron, pistache! Miam-miam! Say it three times quickly and while you do, I will eat as many of these macarons as I can. My guess is that there are more than 60 of these little beauties and that we'll still have plenty to share! Although I have only bought macarons individually or by the box, you can buy a tower. This pâtisserie sells the towers by height with an estimate of the number of macarons. Can you imagine going to a wedding party and hovering around a macaron tower while trying not to look like a pig?

This is Gérard Mulot en juin and the line extended out the door and around the corner. There are smudges on this glass as a result of my lèche-vitrines. I think that this French word originated with someone actually licking a window like this! Que pensez-vous?

Soon I will tell you a more personal story about les macarons.


Gérard Mulot
76, rue de Seine
Métro Odéon, Métro Mabillon