The absolute best cake in the world – mythical, ridiculous, the stuff of dreams. I once had a two day migraine and the only thing that cured it was one of these:
This slice of super-awesomeness is worth walking an hour across Paris for, it is worth queueing round the corner when you get there for, and it is worth the money: 6 euros and 90 cents.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that small cake is nearly £7, so I do not say the above lightly, yet it is true. He is joined here today by his compadre, the Infinitely Vanilla Millefeuille – who is perhaps better looking:
and certainly none too shabby in the eating:
Regardez – his luscious, vanilla pod-flecked cream.
Nonetheless it is the Praline Millefeuille (aka 2000 Feuilles) that has the edge: super flaky, crisp, golden-to-the-point-of-caramelisation thin pastry, trying to keep in check the world’s most rampantly divine praline cream, scattered with feuilletine – crunchy little shards that cut through the thickness and offer up a holy trinity of texture – flaky, creamy and crunchy.
Don’t these two make a pretty pair?
So good we tried to eat the cardboard PH on top, even after we realised it was cardboard.