Sanctuary

I will never, and I mean never ever, understand the current coffee culture. I understand it in theory but there is something about it that offends my blatant hermit-like sensibility. There is a difference between the perfectly prepared ice cappuccino I enjoy on these warm summer days and the quiet me-time coffee break I allow…

Ivy League

I love a pretty neighborhood café. A place with an unobstructed view of the pastry case. Where the curry chicken salad on sourdough and iced latte do not ruin what the ambiance has begun.   Amandine Patisserie Café 12225 Wilshire Boulevard Los Angeles, Ca 90025

Ok, Ladurée

I have never been one to worship at the alter of Ladurée. Every person I know who has been to Paris gets misty-eyed when they remember the macarons they enjoyed. Personally, I’ve always been partial to Dalloyau. I don’t know what it is, possibly the texture of the precious cookies offered. Now Ladurée is on…

Short-lived Shortcake

There is a reason why I seldom go out for coffee in Los Angeles. This town can’t be trusted. Just when I find a barista who knows her way around  a cappuccino, the joint disappears. Out of business and forever gone from my particular corner of the universe. I have lived in my neighborhood for better than…