Three pastries presented for your delectation (left to right): the very Parisian thick flan deposited in a pastry shell, tiramisu using traditional ladyfingers, and coffee éclairs.
“You know how far I used to have to go to get a pastry around here?” my friend from Clinton Hill said, gesturing at the brand-new pastry shop on Fulton Street, sandwiched between the wine store and the Palestinian bodega with excellent fried chicken.
What the joint looks like.
“What about Cakeman Raven?” I retorted, referring to the African-American cake shop with the excellent red-velvet cake a few blocks west.
“That’s only cakes. What if you don’t want a gigantic piece of cake?” she said, an exasperated tone creeping into her voice.
“Well, what about Marquette, that French patisserie with other branches in Cobble Hill and Greenwich Village?” I offered.
“Closes too early in the evening.”
Don’t be a stranger to the pleasures of the glass case filled with savory items, including an interesting-looking salade niçoise on a puffy brioche.
Eventually we tried a trio of sweet pastries, including a tart of roasted fresh pineapple whose custard infrastructure my friend pronounced excellent, and a Parisian-style flan that would have been better had I bought it the day before. Still, a formidable addition to the neighborhood.
903 Fulton Street
Clinton Hill, Brooklyn
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