The name means “sweet wheat.” (Hey, it rhymes in French AND in English! Neat.) And Blé Sucré is sweet indeed. Having had the place recommended several times by one Mr. David Lebovitz, I knew the quick jaunt down to the charming Square Trousseau near the Place de la Bastille would be more than worth it.
On my first visit, I sampled one of their incredibly flaky croissants and a dense, rich rectangle composed of chocolate and peanut butter (a daring combination in Paris). And on my second visit…
Salted butter caramel réligieuse! Heaven. Tender pâte à choux, creamy salted caramel pastry cream inside, and REAL caramel, cooked dark, how I like it, for the glaze. And the glaze is not fondant, so double points for that. But if you think we stopped there, you’re wrong.
That is the “soufflé chocolat-mandarine.” Moist, airy cake flavored with orange zest sandwiches a creamy chocolate ganache and the whole thing is enrobed in a thin, crisp chocolate shell. Like a Ding-Dong, but so much better!
We wisely did decide to stop there, but we will certainly be back again soon.
Originally published on Croque-Camille.