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Those of you who know me well, know that I am I’m never one for hyperbole or rampant enthusiasm. In fact, if there is anything wrong with my life, it is that I get excited about too little. Amen.

 

Thus when I tell you I have had the best pastry ever, know that such a statement, like all such pronouncements from me, can be taken for what they are worth: Gospel.

 

Thus I shall speak unto you: 

  1. Go to Garden Bakery in Chinatown, on Jackson St. (just downhill from Stockton St.)
  2. Walk in.
  3. Order a “Lai Wan Bao” (my apologies to the Chinese.) (Ok Adrian, hit us with the translation)
  4. Praise the Lord.

 

It looks like a large bun made of something like “Dutch crunch” bread but more yellow. The two I had (Well… I had to make sure the first wasn’t a fluke! I SUFFER for you guys) were both warm and just slightly crunchy from being in the heater. The first bite is yummy, soft, slightly sweet bread, with a lightly crunchy crust - yum! But soon thereafter you hit the custard bomb payload at the center and then… then the angels start singing….

 

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Get Thee To Garden Bakery (Jackson & Stockton.)

 

 

Hallelujah 

‘deep

 

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Ok, fine.  I didn’t discover this on my own, there was a Moses involved:  Brian Kusler.  Brian & Kelly were introduced to this by their friend Adrian, who’s family owns a shop nearby.  Brian then introduced this to me. Thanks Brian - though don’t think I don’t realize your nefarious homosexual chubification agenda! 

 

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I can already hear Peat complaining ” but Tartine Tartine” - get over it.  I nubs me some Tartine too, but this is the deal.  In fact, if anyone else has a different great pastry, leave it in the comments.  If enough do, then there shall be a Pastry Off!