The smell hits first. Butter, warm pastry, and that unmistakable French bakery aroma make this Ohio spot feel special before you even reach the counter.
I had heard about it from a few people whose taste I trust, and for a while, I kept meaning to go without ever quite making it happen. Then one Wednesday morning, I finally did.
What I found was a bright, charming patisserie that felt less like an ordinary neighborhood cafe and more like a place you would happily wander into on a quiet Paris street…