What are the best pastries in Paris?

It sounds rather dreamy, doesn’t it? Paris and pastries! The picture-perfect image: sitting in front of the Eiffel Tower with a couple of eclairs.

I’m going to have to abruptly halt this fantasy to say there were no visits to the Eiffel Tower this time *sob*. We did mooch around the eerily quiet city on a number of days, taking pictures of the husk of Notre Dame, sniggering at Instagrammers posing as they looked thoughtfully over the river for their photographers (ahem I mean boyfriends), and we huddled together under an umbrella as we splashed through puddles to find a specific patisserie for our very particular needs. Oh yeah, it rained a lot.

But, all that aside, it did not dampen my enthusiasm for those post-lunch pastry sessions. Or the pursuit of pastries for those post-lunch pastry sessions.

As I said last time, I was popping pastries in my mouth like Bruce Bogtrotter demolishing his chocolate cake – by the fistful. Within a few short days, I became an expert, detecting the subtleties in texture and flavour, lusting after the tangy bite of fruit amidst the crème pâtissière, and licking hazelnut cream from my fingers. Thus, I started a rating system: 1 being a sad, sorry excuse for a French pastry and should be widely shunned, to 10, a masterpiece, along the lines of Michelangelo and Da Vinci in pastry-form.

Most often we favoured our closest boulangerie for our sugar-fix, simply for the convenience rather than its mastery. However, on the same street is the boulangerie Durand et Fils, which, in 1910, created the widely lauded Paris-Brest in honour of the cycling race ‘Paris-Brest-Paris’. They continue to bake and fill those pert choux pastries, full of praline crème pâtissière, using the original 110-year-old recipe. So, us buying Paris-Brests there on multiple occasions was not a just a mere convenience but an essential.

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So, without further ado, let me whisk you away to Paris for a sugar-crusted analysis adventure…

Charlotte aux Framboise

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Those of us who watched the Great British Bake Off might recall the Charlotte Russe or the majestic Charlotte Royale – elaborate French desserts of mousse bound in sponge fingers or swirls of roulade. I’ve never attempted to make or even eat one of these beauties, and then Gaylord introduced me to the mini version.

On first inspection it reminded me of a pretty Artic roll, adorned with raspberries like a sweet, juicy crown. Behind a wall of sponge, a soft creamy raspberry mousse awaits, and meanwhile each of the raspberries is filled with coulis (raspberry-flavoured, naturally). Tart yet creamy I could eat bowlfuls of that raspberry mousse, however, in my childhood I developed an aversion to Artic roll. Despite its sophistication beyond the dessert from my school lunches, that chewy roll of sponge caused too many negative associations.

Rating: 5/10 (all thanks to that sponge, the mousse on the other hand 10/10)


‘Bisous’ in French means kiss, and what else would you call this pouting beauty?

On that wet, miserable day, Gaylord and I were hunting for a fancy patisserie to buy dessert for that evening’s dinner. The first we found wasn’t a bakery at all, rather a pastry showroom if there is such a thing, so Gaylord led me through a maze of streets to find Fauchon; the swankiest patisserie I’d ever seen hidden inside a gourmet restaurant. Under dim mood lighting, the assistants wore designer clothes with manicured nails. Gaylord and I shared the obscene cost of two Bisou-Bisou and three eclairs – 60 euros (!)

A bisou-bisou is a mound of sculpted mousse, filled with two layers of sponge and red fruit confiture, and there is a light dusting of pink over those plump lips, giving it an artful matte look which I’d love to find in a lipstick. However, despite the beauty, the simplicity, and that outrageous cost, these lips did not live up to the expectations. The mousse to sponge ratio was excessive, meaning there was very little to chew. And as Gaylord’s sister said, just from eating it she wouldn’t have known it had come from such an expensive patisserie.

Rating: 4/10


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We ate a lot of éclairs. They are Gaylord’s favourite, and while they aren’t mine, I have been introduced to a real French éclair and have since atoned for my ways.

The éclair needs little introduction as, after all, we all know them. While in the UK they are filled with cream, in France their filling is piped crème pâtissière, enriching the flavour. I think I was rather shocked to see a chocolatey centre at first; shocked yet delighted. In posh patisseries especially, you’ll find them with a crisp shard of chocolate balanced on top of the sparkling ganache.

Of course, chocolate eclairs were the best and the most frequently consumed, however, I did try caramel and coffee. The latter was rather strongly flavoured, but would be a very satisfactory substitute for my afternoon espresso.

Rating: 8/10


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While boulangeries across the country can conjure up a decent Paris-Brest, we bought them from the bakery of its origins at least three times.

Now, I must admit the picture here is not of that original sacred Paris-Brest; it is, in fact, a knock off from our local in Toulouse. However, that’s not to dismiss this fine excuse for a pastry. Although, naturally, the original is better, albeit less photogenic.

Paris-Brests were notorious for their association with the cycling race and were piped in circles to mimic the wheels of the bikes. While Durand et Fils created big sharing wheels, also known as a choux (literal translation: cabbage), their individual portions are squat oblongs, rather like plump éclairs. The choux pastry is cut in half and filled with praline crème pâtissière. Sprinkled with slivered almonds and icing sugar, it is so simple, rustic and, quite frankly, enormous, and the perfect afternoon snack.

Rating: 9/10 (can a pastry be too big?!)


Somehow fraisiers had passed me by until I moved to France. This year, I had my first fraisier and realised what I had been missing.

Strawberry creamy desserts were never at the top of my list – which is ridiculous considering how much I love a scone with clotted cream and jam. Notorious as a celebration gateau, a fraisier sandwiches a thick, creamy layer of mousseline lined with heart-shaped strawberries between two pieces of sponge. In my petit version, there was only a biscuit-thin sliver of sponge supporting all that indulgent topping, yet hidden inside was small cream-softened sponge surrounded in strawberry confiture. This gave it more bite, while the strawberries added that essential sweet-tang needed to balance the flavours. Indulgent and sweet, something to chew, and most importantly, not outrageously expensive, the fraisier was the perfect dessert.

Rating: 9/10 (I’m still searching for a 10/10…)

It’s a tough call between the Paris-Brest and the fraisier, but as both are so different I am going to say it’s a tie and duck out of any difficult decision making.

After those weeks of endless mousse and crème pâtissière, I ended up with a craving for fruit. Although, who am I kidding, there will always be room for another pastry.

8 responses to “What are the best pastries in Paris?”

  1. Sheree Avatar

    I have my fork poised to join in. I love doing the rounds at French patisseries.

    1. Nigella Eats Everything Avatar

      Haha absolutely! And sometimes I find the fork holds me back!

      1. Sheree Avatar


  2. Dorothy's New Vintage Kitchen Avatar

    All so beautiful to behold!

    1. Nigella Eats Everything Avatar

      Aw thank you! Aren’t pastries glorious!

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