Well, well, well, as if you needed another excuse to head out and get fat on pastries, let me tell you about a little place.
A little place, secluded in plain sight between the blight of the Pacific Highway and that great Australian monument to savings, Franklins. I speak of Pierre's Patisserie in Turramurra, a delectable bonbon amongst the grotesque smorgasbord that is Sub-Urbia.
With a little imagination, one could imagine the entire shop as a kind of giant sweet, striped as it is in pink and cream, just waiting for the enamoured to gorge themselves on the delights within.
And oh, the delights within! Many a domestic disturbance has been quelled by a shove into the Mazda, a quick zip to Pierre's, and the porcine consumption of éclairs, vanilla slice, and profiteroles au cafe. Usual fare you say? Of course, you are correct. But the joy is in the perfection, the dedication to giving the customer that small slice of decadence so often lacking in our lives.
To sufficiently describe (and understand) taste in words, both reader and author must have a shared synesthesia. Sadly, we do not. But don't worry! Next time you need to make things all good again with your spouse, or you just feel like a getting a little fat with friends, head down to Pierre's. Hopefully you'll have trouble walking afterwards.
