Even though it sounds like the title of a French film, that headline refers to one of the most satisfying pastry encounters of my food life.
I had just waded through a time-trip of northern Renaissance mastersâ€”DÃ¼rers, Memlings, Cranachs, van der Weydens, as well as the staggering wall of brilliant flesh that is the Rubens collectionâ€”and it was time to give my feet a rest.
The Alte Pinakothek contains a soothing tea room that overlooks the parks surrounding the city’s three main museums.
It was beginning to rain.
I sat with an over-sized cup of Assam black tea and a slice of freshly-made rhubarb and mascarpone torte. The perfume of the tea infusing each bite of tart fruit and voluptuously creamy cheese. This was the pastry I had come to Bavaria to sample.
And by the time I finished, the storm was over, the heat was back and there were a few more bits of monumental architecture to be savored.