First off, let’s get one thing straight: Saint Honoré is *totally* a dessert. I mean, come ON, look at those descriptions! “Un GRAND classique de la pâtisserie française,” “Du pur bonheur, un bijou!” Sounds yummy, right? It’s basically a puff pastry thing, maybe with cream? I dunno, I’m not a pastry chef, but it looks decadent af. You gotta start with the choux pastry, apparently, boiling milk and butter and all that. Sounds like a pain in the butt, tbh. But hey, if you’re into that kinda thing, go for it! Marie Claire’s got the winning recipe, so you’re all set.
But then you get this whole other side of Saint Honoré – the religious bit. Saint Honoré, apparently, was some bishop dude from Amiens, way back when. Good for him, I guess? Not really my thing, but hey, religion’s religion. Maybe that’s why there are Catholic schools named after him, like that “École Primaire Privée Saint Honoré – La Treille.” Sounds super fancy and probably expensive, lol.
And then there’s the whole Paris thing. Rue Saint-Honoré? Sounds swanky. I bet it’s full of tourists and overpriced coffee. But hey, if you’re into that Parisian vibe, knock yourself out! I’m more of a stay-at-home-with-Netflix kinda person.
So, basically, Saint Honoré is… everything? A dessert, a saint, a street, a school. It’s a total mishmash of stuff, and honestly, it’s kinda confusing. But hey, that’s life, right? A big, messy, delicious, potentially religious, and probably overpriced mishmash.