La Magie Bakery, or If You’re a Free American, The Magic Bakery
February 15, 2012 § 2 Comments
La Magie Bakery was the first place on vacation that took my pants off. Or, knocked my socks off. Or, whatever the hell that phrase is. We went there our first night in Bend, Oregon after chowing on some Soba Noodles, a rather decent Asian place that I wish existed in Indy.
Look at how shiny and new their cafe is.
La Magie is a brand-spanking-new establishment in downtown Bend — quite literally only 10-days old when we walked in the door. The lady behind the counter was regaling us with tales about the chef who had studied in France under some world renowned baker and so on: things other more reputable food bloggers would have probably taken notes on. But I couldn’t stop slobbering all over myself staring at the desserts cooler.
It was pretty well picked through by the time we got there for post-dinner dessert, but I managed to snag a slice of white chocolate and strawberry cake that had chunks of strawberry in the frosting between the layers and good God man! Britt got a brownie that even she couldn’t finish, it was so rich and had the density of a Greek god. (Are those dense? I’m assuming they were.)
Before we left that first night, the counter lady gave us some free samples of a delicious samosa, a curry puff pastry that was [insert drooling sound here], and a croissant that I saved for breakfast the next morning with a little Nutella. I’ve never had a better croissant in my life.
We went back a few days later with the excuse that I needed to shoot some photos, but really, I just wanted more La Magie.
Counter lady remembered us and was excited to see us back, saw me shooting a bunch of photos like a douche and asked if I worked for a publication. Even after I admitted that, “No, I’m just a dude with a 5 week old food blog,” she still offered to stage something for me. But, I declined because evidently I have this poor self-image thing where I don’t think I’m worth the time to actually ask someone stage something for me to photograph.
But I got a couple other decent shots, like this shot of an apple crumb cake and some brioche that we bought for breakfast the next day:
And this shot of a pastry cream swan thing that is just fucking adorable, amirite?
Only in a French bakery.
Counter lady was excited that I wanted to blog about the store, and I thought, “You’re really sweet, and my blog kind of isn’t, so I hope if you find my blog, you appreciate how much I love your store and don’t mind the fuck word.”
Lastly, from what my brother-in-law says, there’s a really high turn over rate of shops like that in Bend, so if you live in, around, or plan to visit Bend anytime soon, you had better fucking go to La Magie, because I want it to still be there the next time I visit. If you don’t, and if it is gone when I return, you are to blame, and I will fight you so hard you will die.
Hi, it’s me, the “counter lady” I loved it all even with the f bombs! Laughed so hard I cried!
Thank you so much for all your very enthusiastic comments. Please come back and visit us again, I think there is a croissant with your name on it, just waiting for you!
I have to forward this to Di, the owner and “baker extraordinaire” who will get quite a kick out of all your lovely compliments.
Thanks again, Dee
Ha. I’m glad you appreciated the humor!
Thanks so much for the samples and such, even before you knew I was a food blogger person and had any idea that I would be telling everyone I possibly can about how much I liked the store.
Hopefully we can make it back to visit Bend soon!