I take a
tough line at calling something “the best.” As anyone who’s tried to get
the best chocolate shop, the best bakery, the best bistro, etc., out of
me knows I’m always coy with an answer. (Someone, however, once got so
upset about it that they went on an online tear about me on one of those
bulletin boards. Ouch.) Lest you think I’m not happy to point you in
the right direction, I have pages on the blog where some of my favorite
bakeries and restaurants
in Paris can be found.
honest, the best doesn’t really exist, at least not always. The
baker might be having a bad day, or a bakery changes hands entirely. A
favorite bistro may have served wonderful classic French food ten (or so)
years ago, but has taken a turn toward the dark side.
I hate when that happens too, but you take the good, you take the bad,
because those are the facts of life.