Just a casual throwback to the Parisian days when this was my um, afternoon snack (I wish I was kidding.) It’s like, “Oh, it’s 3 p.m., maybe I’ll grab a banana or some almonds to hold me over until dinner.” PSH, YEAH RIGHT. Almonds taste like nothing (I love them anyways, I really do) but sometimes they just don’t hit the spot, know what I mean?
So Jacques Genin is a legendary pastry chef in Paris–and by this I mean, I waited in line for precisely one hour with my aunt and cousin to sample what was thrown around as “the best hot chocolate ever” with a side of the best millefeuille of all times. We’re talking serious pastries with ridiculous vanilla or chocolate custard that melt in your mouth quicker than butter on a pan. Supposedly Genin is no longer making individual-sized pastries and is sticking to his other specialty of fine caramels and chocolates. If I was in town, I would run over there and see for myself. Unfortunately, I am back to reality. Back to the snack situation, so this was my chococcino, a totally insane concoction of hot chocolate and cappuccino that is actually better than the famed Angelina’s if you ask me. There are only a few tables inside, maybe about five and you can’t reserve. If you are in a rush, don’t even go. But seriously, what’s the rush? Just go. Oh, if you happen to be in Paris. It’s just beautiful.
Brace yourselves, hot chocolate from 6,50-9 euros (you can also get tea if your seriously that boring.) And the made to order millefeuilles are 8,50. Get it girl.
Jacques Genin, 133, rue de Turenne, 75003