French Bakery - Miami

Moving to a new neighborhood brings all kinds of surprises and among others, it could be finding a pastry shop like Delices de France, which was a great discove... leer más Moving to a new neighborhood brings all kinds of surprises and among others, it could be finding a pastry shop like Delices de France, which was a great discovery. Well, at least at first. They have there, without a doubt, the best cakes, baguettes, palmiers, croissants and Latte I have ever tasted and at the same time the worst service I have received anywhere. In countless visits to the place I wondered why my order always came out different from what I had asked for, no matter the insistence on repeating what I wanted. They made the mistake so many times that there was a time when I approached the owner and when I told him, he apologized by offering me a loaf of bread as a gift. However nothing changed. What made me understand the reason for that was the rude and inattentive treatment of what I assumed was the co owner, a lady behind the counter who worried if you were late in ordering or was uncomfortable if you wanted to add something to an almost closed one. I no longer go to the place, although the queues are still there, because to taste a good cake there are those who overlook the bad things about the place. Entre lo bueno y lo malo. Mudarte a una nuevo vecindario trae sorpresas de todo tipo y entre otras, puede ser encontrar una pastelería como Delicias de Francia, que resultó un gran descubrimiento. Bueno, al menos al principio. Tienen allí, sin duda , los mejores pasteles, baguettes, palmeras, croissants y Latte que he probado en mi vida y a la vez el peor servicio que he recibido en algún lugar. En innumerables visitas al lugar me preguntaba porque mi orden siempre salía diferente a lo que había pedido, no importaba la insistencia en repetir lo deseado. Tantas veces cometían el error que hubo una vez en que me acerqué al dueño y al decirle, se disculpó ofreciéndome de regalo una barra de pan. No obstante nada cambió. Lo que me hizo entender el porqué de aquello fue el trato descortés y desentendido de la que supuse fuera la dueña y la que detrás del mostrador se inquietaba si demorabas en pedir o se ponía incómoda si deseabas agregar algo a una orden casi cerrada. Ya no voy más al lugar, aunque las colas de espera continúan allí, porque por degustar un buen pastel hay quien pasa por alto lo malo del lugar.