A freelance writer on a lifelong mission to discover the world's greatest milkshake. Enjoying writing along the way.
Published October 20th 2013
Because nothing spells Parisian-chic like seconds
You there, the person with the Eiffel Tower print on your wall and the macaron cookbook by your bed, stop dreaming of Paris and experience the next best thing.
Bonne Journée is the Central Coast's Parisian-chic patisserie in the heart of East Gosford. This stylish offering from owner Helen Vassiliadis features a shopfront full of freshly-baked delicacies, and a tranquil courtyard where you can spend a happy hour (or two), showing off how sophisticated you can be while you cram as much food into your mouth as humanly possible.
What's the food like? Well, I can tell you that the treats on offer at Bonne Journée are the best on the coast. Everything is baked fresh each morning, with many of the star players selling out by noon. If you don't want to miss out on the profiteroles, lemon meringue tarts, Portuguese tarts, or the salted caramel and chocolate tarts, you'd best get in before lunch time. Trust us - you don't want to miss out. You'll be kicking yourself, which is hard to do, and that's how you break a hip.
Also on offer are things like creme brûlée (to die for), caramel pops (as delicious as they sound), and pear and frangipani tarts (your mouth is watering right about now, right?). Looking for something gluten-free? Look no further, see that French chocolate almond cake? That's just for you.
Once you've pulled your face off the glass and made your selection, you'll need an accompanying beverage. And, boy, are you in for a good time there.
Coffee connoisseurs will go slightly nuts for the Illy coffee, while tea-drinkers will love the Harney and Sons tea. This writer, however, urges you to try one of the gelato shakes. Whipped up to order, and made with Pure Gelato from Croyden Park in Sydney, these to-die-for shakes are tall frosty glasses of heaven. If you're in around lunch, pick up a quiche, filled baguette, pita, salad, or pie. Or, y'know, all of the above.
Because nothing spells Parisian-chic like seconds (and thirds).