Ah, lemons. Today I hit up the St. Lawrence Market with Hobby Victim. I was looking for some pure vanilla extract by the Saffron Imports Co. (my supply is dangerously low but alas, none was to be found).
After checking out the lower level of the market, we took a stroll to find a nice restaurant for lunch. We stopped at Le Papillon.
I’ve walked by Le Papillon many times but never ventured inside. We both ordered the Crêpe du Marché, which is a galette containing St-Laurent bacon, cooked apples, and cheddar cheese. The apples had a flavour I cannot identify, but it was quite tasty.
Choosing dessert was so hard. I just could not make up my mind, but after several agonizing minutes we narrowed it down.
Hobby Victim ordered the Gâteau au Chocolat, and I ordered the Tarte au Citron (French lemon pie).
How was it? From the first bite, as I felt that elusive afterglow feeling creeping over me, my taste buds sang. I could not stop smiling. It was truly delicious. So tart, so good.
Whoever does the desserts at Le Papillon is an artist of the highest calibre.
I know what I’m going to learn to make on the weekend.