| Comptoirs de France Bakery |
| Dōngchéngqū Dōngzhímén Wài Dàjiē 35 Hàodōng Hú Biéshù Dàtáng |
Reviewed by Amanda N.  |
I feel I should check with Brial F before I write this, as he might say anyone who doesn't have a French father shouldn't be commenting on Comptoirs, but I'm also wondering if there may be mitigating circumstances in that I wish to heap praise (in the main) as opposed to being critical.
For starters - Comptoirs (East Lake branch) is located far too close to my office. This means that I will never be slim again. Since Comptoirs opened around a year ago, I think I must have gained about 3 pounds.
My favourite indulgence is the chocolate eclair, although for choco-holics, the chocolate delice (slice) may be much more attractive (it's certainly got a lot more calories and lots of different and surprising layers). My son loves the lemon meringue pie (which they call a tart); he has a method of eating it which is identical each time we go and is almost a meditation - using a coffee spoon, first eat the white peaks from the top of the pie, then scrape off the sweet very thin layer of gelatine that covers the lemony inside; next, scoop out all of the lemon and finally, turn over the pastry case, and smash it into pieces, before popping them one by one into his mouth. This gives me time to have a Cappuccino.
The bearded chef (and owner) who can sometimes be spotted there is lovely and really cares about his cake, and although the non-Chinese manager type guys can be a little grouchy, they start being nice to you just because they have to, because you go there a lot.
Comptoirs is such great quality for the money too. And, they deliver.
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