Croissants; Épicerie Boulud
Today was one of those magnificent days in Manhattan, when the most common clichés really do apply perfectly: A brisk morning, the smell of autumn in the air, the leaves of central park just beginning to show their fire.
Filled with scrumptious specialty items like clementine jam, chocolate-covered almonds, lavender mint tea, fleur de sel from Brittany, framboise vinegar and foie gras, the épicerie is flanked at either end by (incongruously) oyster and coffee bars. In the center- a long glass case displaying fine cheeses, charcuterie and sandwiches.
This morning the café bustled with customers standing at tall silver tables.
I sat outside with a cappuccino, an array of croissants and tiny birds at my feet, letting strains of Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong’s “Autumn in New York” play in my head, appreciating fully the flaky messiness of Chef Bouloud’s Pain au Chocolate – and that feeling that one can only have in New York City in October.