I’m happy to inform you, if you live in the ATL, that heaven is within your grasp. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the H&F croissant.
I don’t know what they’re putting in the dough over there at the H&F Bread Co. (my first guesses are butter, more butter, and even more butter), but I’m hooked. I dare you to find a better croissant this side of the Atlantic.
Every Wednesday morning, spring and summer, I pick up one of these at the Dunwoody Farmer’s Market and eat it straight from the paper bag as I cruise past all the organic fruits and vegetables for sale at the other booths. If I’m feeling super-special, I’ll get a chocolate croissant, which has some of the best chocolate I’ve ever eaten, with or without all the buttery, flaky awesomeness around it.
There is a certain certain joie de vivre that comes from consuming baked goods of this quality, and sometimes I buy an extra treat so that I can experience that feeling at home on the next morning.