I have a confession to make… Last Wednesday I got my act together, got on the U-Bahn (subway), headed to the Galeries Lafayette in Berlin and bought the famous pain Poilâne. I was so excited about this giant 4,4 lb miche which they sold in a nice, huge paperbag (see picture below) that I could hardly wait to get home to try it.
I cut some slices for dinner, bit into one and thought: “What is all the fuss about?”. REALLY!!!! What’s wrong with me? Why am I not jumping up and down after having tasted THE bread? Is there something wrong with my tastebuds? Or is it that my German tastebuds are used to good bread (I didn’t grow up on eating wonder bread) so they don’t really realize having tasted an exceptional bread? I mean, it’s good. But not more than that. I have eaten bread like this a zillion times! Maybe I’m just blessed with a good baker here – who knows? There is one thing I know for sure: there is no need for a person living in Germany to make a detour to get this bread or to order it via the internet. Just go to a baker of your trust (Bäcker ihres Vertrauens, so to speak) who is making artisan breads.