Le Pain Quotidien

Absolute rip off. I got a cappuccino and steel cut oatmeal with berries. After tip, my total was almost $23!? My oatmeal came with 2 cut strawberries, 2 blackberries and maybe 6 tiny blueberries. I asked for a side of maple syrup since the second option of oatmeal on the menu was the same price as the one I got but with walnuts and maple syrup instead of berries and it was $2.25 for a TINY side maple syrup!? Our waiter never told me I was going to be charged $2.25 for a tiny side of syrup – I would have never gotten it had I known beforehand. I was also charged $1 for almond milk in my oatmeal instead of regular milk but was also never told for that up charge either. Absolute robbery. The oatmeal was…oatmeal. Plain and bland as expected. I can’t believe I just paid $23 for a bowl of oatmeal, a tiny amount of berries and a cappuccino. Insane. I absolutely do not recommend going here.

Dear readers, I hope this review finds you love, light, and life. Almost like the light and life my old friend Cornelius and I felt upon or entrance into Pain Quotidian. Yet, this sorry takes a turn, for it was not just love and light that we felt, but a presence, though small, of disappointment. After paying the expenses of a smooth and enticing looking chocolate mousse cake and a decorated but flattened almond croissant, my old friend Cornelius was overwhelmed with a cloying sweet taste. It happened to be that the mousse did not, in fact, hit the spot. Though he did enjoy the pleasant surprise of a coconut yogurt chia pudding, which did hit spot, though the overripe and soppy banana resting at bottom indeed, did not. He was again, disappointed. With $16 spent and a heavy heart, he again made the journey to the counter, to purchase “tea,” which was, in reality, leaves floating in murky deep green water. Though sipping at this sea through an old paper cup provided some comfort to Cornelius’ startled stomach, it did not reach the full satisfaction of true, life-altering TEA. It was not TEA, it was just T. It is not worthy of any more letters or space on this review. I shall exit the tea description now. And finally, my croissant. Let’s talk about my croissant. As if it could no longer stand exist me, the crossing flopped, unable to hold itself up, as it made a journey from the cashier’s hand into an old paper bag. It slid out of the bag into my hand in a similar manner, unable to contain any joy, any life force. As I placed it upon my tastebuds, they revolted, screaming at a sensation of grainy tastelessness. I was equally devastated as Cornelius. Our spirits lifted a bit as we noticed the mildly nice atmosphere, a places decked in old woods and tiled floors. Though atrocious, the pastries added a nice look to the place, their delicate bready layers lightly glazed under a warmly lit glass case. Now, as I gaze over at the crossaint’s confetti and lines of unfinished mousse upon a golden paper plate, I enter a place of profound confusion and deep loss. Dear friends, my heart yearns to search for the café that nourishes every twist and turn of my intensities, allow my neuron synapses to fuse and fire, bring my psyche to the forefront, and allow me to truly, finally, feel at rest. Please, good friends, people of this fragmented online community, join me, as i continue to embark on a journey of seeking for this cafe. In the past, I have visited Bel Ami, and in the present, I am in Pain (pun intended) Quotidian. Future expeditions include: Patis Bakery, Ole and Steen, and more. Let’s discover, together.

I stopped by to get a capuchino,and a brioche bread ,the coffee was so good, so the bread! Prices are great, not expensive ! I recommend it