Canele, Paragon

I grieved when Lazy Gourmet. It was as if a part of me died and I felt Brunch would never be the same again. Life after Lazy Gourmet was somewhat tumultuous, I threw myself into a whirlwind of flings from homebody Cedele to chi-chi does this make my butt look fat Marmalade Pantry. While some proved longer than a flash in the pan (read: Cedele), nothing ever quite compares to your first love.

Helmed by the same management (Les Amis), Canele hinted of a renewed love affair.

Perhaps I should have heeded the warning signs: a handful of pastries tossed to the back of the counter, ignored and condemned to cashier's back view. Signs like these warranted a quick jerk on the handbrake but you hold back for whatever reason, allowing yourself to stray into the realm of Last Night's Pastries.



Cold and undeserving of interest, the pastries were unapologetically stale. They were also quite washout structural-wise. I'm not going to delve into the anatomy of a croissant but anyone can see how uncharacteristically dense and un-holey the pastries are. Hmph, they wouldn't have amounted to much even if they were Today's Pastries.


Lunch date Zhu

The crab salad was just as disengaging as the vinaigrette sauce barely shielded the crab's fishiness. It's a real pity because you wouldn't expect anything less than 'oh yay' from Les Amis. Considering their past track record of 'oh yay' pastries, today's / last night's pastries is really unbecoming.

There's nothing sadder than finding something once lost and realizing it has changed for the worse.