In New York, I became a Pizza Snob, tempted only by Sal and Carmine's, or Joe's. Cream de la cream or nothing. (Lil' Frankies was a close third ...)
In Paris, its la baguette. There is nothing like a fresh, crisp, slightly warm baguette that has been carefully prepared according to the stringent French baguette-laws. No joke. Like all else that governs this country there are rules and regulations, and paperwork to follow that dictate the baguette's properties.
While I have not had the chance to explore all leading bakeries in Paris, I am going to shamelessly advertise my neighborhood's boulangerie, La Petite Marquise where the superior quality of la baguette is on par with it's service.
Do not confuse the perfectly shaped baguette with its inferior brother: le bâtard! (Bastard, en anglais!)
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