Bistrot à Tartines

L'Epicerie Bistrot à Tartines was one of those places where I used to frequently hang out with my friends for an afternoon snack or a casual Sunday meal. I would often get - I'm sure you could guess by the name - a tartine with either a cider or a coffee. And sometimes, maybe more than a few times, I would go for my guilty pleasure, the café bon bon, which is a tiny, potent, French coffee with just a dash of condensed milk. Of course, no one could ever go to the Bistrot à Tartines without hitting up the desserts. If you sit inside, you can't help but see them and stare at the obscene pile with mood lighting that for any dessert fiend would feel all but the same as stumbling upon a trove of lost, pirate treasure. What fortune. What bounty. And I want it all. But you can't, because life doesn't work that way. So you'll eventually settle for one dish, telling yourself that you'll come back soon and get that fruit tart and soon again for that pie. And yet, that pie and tart will always be strangers, all because of three words and ten little bites: that. chocolate. cake.

Imagine being seated right next to this. It's obscene. 

Imagine being seated right next to this. It's obscene. 

The bar

The bar

I quite like their pesto and tomato tartine. And the three cheese is muay delicioso if you like blue cheese. But this time, I went for the brie and honey. With it, I tried chouchen, which I was told is a specialty, regional liquer made of honey. As far as pairings go, honey goes with honey, right?

I quite like their pesto and tomato tartine. And the three cheese is muay delicioso if you like blue cheese. But this time, I went for the brie and honey. With it, I tried chouchen, which I was told is a specialty, regional liquer made of honey. As far as pairings go, honey goes with honey, right?

The infamous chocolate cake. And as always, all desserts are served with little bonbons. 

The infamous chocolate cake. And as always, all desserts are served with little bonbons. 

Once more for good measure because one can never drool enough over a beautiful horde of desserts. 

Once more for good measure because one can never drool enough over a beautiful horde of desserts.