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Saturday Lunch Date

After attending a three year old friend's birthday party at the park this morning, the UrbanToddler and I got to rendezvous with Mr. Urban for a lunch date in Palo Alto.


One thing that I can say for sure about Mr. Urban is that he never fails to dazzle me when he plans a date.  And today was no different.  He took us to a cafe that had just opened up in Palo Alto yesterday, Paris Baguette.

The cafe is reminiscent of the great bakeries/cafes that we loved frequenting in Shanghai: great fresh baked goodies + beautiful modern design of a chic hangout.


I was so touched by the idea of yet another creative Start-Up in Silicon Valley, and I mentioned to Mr. Urban how daring it is of the owners to get such a big space here in Palo Alto (where the commercial rents are anything but cheap) and spare no cost in their design, furnishings, shiny kitchen equipment, and the small army of excited employees milling about...   but just now, when I checked their website, I learned that the cafe is a chain owned by a large Korean food service company which also owns thousands of stores including Baskin Robins and Jamba Juice...  Oh Well.  We can let that one go if they keep up their great service.


Everything is baked freshly in the store throughout the day.  I watched the pastry chef's making fresh cakes and it was an exercise in meticulous zen baking...


If you don't eat carbs need not apply!  Paris Baguette is where carb lovers go to die.
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  1. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2011 at 7:21 AM

    So good, and this startup has not even officially "launched" yet. They call it a "soft opening", which is like a alpha/beta release :) Their real launch is next week, September 30th!

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  2. parisaSeptember 25, 2011 at 2:45 PM

    oh man, I wish there was such a cafe in vancouver. looks good and your daughter, she looks like she is in heaven. she is cute.

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  3. Urban GirlSeptember 28, 2011 at 7:12 PM

    Dear Parisa
    Thanks for your comment!
    I know that in Vacouver's Chinatown you can find some great bakeries that although do not have the posh look of PB, they do have delicious fresh cream and fruit cakes and lots of fresh breads and carbs of your choice :) Enjoy!

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