There is nothing quite like a flaky, buttery pastry packed to the brim with rich, melting chocolate. It is that ultimate, non-negotiable guilty pleasure that makes every morning feel like a weekend.
Pair it with a hot espresso, take that first shatteringly crisp bite, and try to tell us there’s a better way to start the day.
They will make a machine to try to shortcut almost any process. I still prefer my pizza hand-tossed. There is just something things you don’t want changed.