This reminds me of my time in the south of France when I often visited a bakery called Tart Marie. Tantilizing little bits of brilliance in a pastry shell. They knew my name and I believed they concocted a few just for me.
These days I like to spend my weekend mornings at Once upon a tart… It’s a small, quaint spot on Sullivan street in Soho, right around the corner from my boyfriend’s. And best of all, it has the best gluten-free cookie of all time.