With the Easter weekend here even earlier this year, there is no escaping indulgence! So it seemed only fitting to share my latest Ladurée adventure with you all. It is virtually impossible to avoid a Ladurée when in Paris- even as a local. It is often cited as a tourist trap, and with the iconic salon that sits proudly on the Champs-Élysées it’s no wonder why! But with their luxuriously sweet offerings, who could resist a quick visit?
I have of course been to the Champs-Élysées salon , but only to the boutique. Ignoring how busy it can get, it is worth popping in to pick up a box of the iconic macarons. For an authentic, Parisian experience, I stopped for brunch at the salon in the 6eme Arrondissement with Elliot and Polly after a sunny stroll along the Seine.
As we were in prime brunch hour, the salon was quite empty which meant we sat around a huge table in the beautifully exotic main room. We opted for the breakfast menu and I can safely say all three of us agree this was the best decision ever. Now, the prices are a little hair-raising, but perfect for a special occasion. Not to mention what we ordered all worked out to almost the same.
The macarons speak for themselves really! There’s such a variety on offer and seasonal options too (I’m waiting for the return of the Marie Antoinette!). Whilst Elliot nibbled on these- a success story for him seeing as his last Ladurée trip resulted in a forgotten, crushed bag of macarons- Polly and I went for the French Toast with Maple Syrup (Le pain perdu) as I’d heard only good things. It exceeded all expectations and just writing about the Toast is enough to set my tummy rumbling! It was so gorgeous neither of us needed much of the Maple Syrup. It was melt in the mouth delicious and worth every euro!
And now for the tea. I fought my coffee nature and tried one of their specialties- the Othello; a black Indian tea with cinnamon, cardamom and ginger. I found it was the perfect accompaniment to a sweet brunch and finished every last drop. Elliot and Polly were all smiles with their teas too- in fact, I think we spent most of the meal ooh-ing and aah-ing!
Tourist or local, I think Ladurée is a little slice of heaven. It looks like heaven too, with the pastel shades and cake lined walls. Even the manliest of men would struggle to say no. Whether you stick to the macarons or try their savouries, you and your tastebuds are in for a treat. And with locations in London now too- Covent Garden and Harrods– you can enjoy it all on this side of the Channel. In all honesty though, there’s nothing quite like the Parisian way of doing it all.
From the Ladurée in the heart of the 6eme, it’s only a stone’s throw to the Jardin du Luxembourg!