Dear Le Pain Quotidien:
I love so many things about you, I don't know where to begin. Your don't dumb down your menu for Americans, in fact serving the exact same selection in Paris as you do in DC and LA.
You serve the most consistently solid, fresh, organic gazpacho around, and you serve it every day of the year (and somehow the tomatoes in December never taste like December tomatoes). Your communal table is one of the few places where Americans will willingly sit and dine at the same table with people we don't know.
But most of all, Brunette. Sweet, lovely, luscious Brunette. It makes Nutella seem like child's play.
Though I would certainly be a few pounds lighter without Brunette, I don't know what I would do without it. And even at $10 a jar, it's still so, so worth it. You have my eternal admiration and affection.
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