“You would like this French patisserie, Les Petite Pleasures. So many yummies.” This is the text I got from my Aunt Ingrid that started this little adventure. A little back story: Ingrid, as I just stated, is my aunt. She is a year younger than me, long story, and since we lived in the same town, we saw a fair bit of one another growing up. While we’re very different people -she is quite glamorous and owns her own company while I spend a great deal of time inadvertently covered in flour and my favorite makeup product is iridescent cheek shimmer-, we both appreciate good food and the thrill of discovering a hidden local gem. So I completely believed her when she said I’d enjoy the patisserie. When we all met up for dinner again later that day (family reunion beach trip), she gave me the run down, and we decided to meet up there for breakfast the following morning.
I was not expecting this place to be as cute as it was. Even though gentrification is alive and well in this tourist town, thing tend to be….well…a bit gimmicky. Les Petite Pleasures was charming with a delightful vintage flair. I had the best time walking around and peering into their display cases and checking out their wall part. Not to mention that odd, but cute take on jelly fish over the register.
I’ve never seen branches, pom poms, and jellyfish all in the same display, but I don’t hate it.
While we were working through our breakfast croissants and crepes, we could hear the chef in the back singing along to french pop music, which made the whole experience that much more authentic 🙂
The pastry case called to me, loudly and the entire time I was there, but alas it was not to be. We were stuffed from breakfast, and since we weren’t going to be heading straight home, we didn’t want to chance our pastry melting in the horrendous Florida heat. Next time we’ll make sure we can stock up.
Great food, fun ambiance, and getting to share it with people you love. I don’t think it gets any better than that.