It's a little hard to find, but find the new J. Crew on McKinney Avenue and, with any luck, your nose will lead you the rest of the way. Bisous Bisous, a tiny West Village patisserie, opened for business this week, and the exhaust fans are perfuming the streets and the alleyways. A dude who lives above the place is said to have gained three pounds from the smell of croissants alone.
Owner and chef Andrea Meyer carries herself with a steely coolness, but privately she's a little stressed. It's early in the afternoon, her cooks have already turned out hundreds of macarons, and there might not be enough. Through a window into the bakery you can watch them work, gently prying bright purple shells from silpats, trying to keep up. "I don't even want to take inventory," Meyer says.
She's surrounded by floral arrangements dropped off by neighboring business owners. The colors pop off of white walls covered in subway tiles the size of magazines. It's a stunning backdrop for golden browns, dark chocolates and a rainbow of pastels: the colors of pastries, macarons and other sweets that will dance in your head from this second until you pay Meyer a visit.
There's also coffee. So, if you find yourself shopping in West Village, you would do well to walk around with a croissant in one hand and a steaming cup of java in the other. The croissants are the flakiest I have tasted in Dallas. It's quite possible I lost half of my pastry to the breeze while walking down McKinney Avenue. I wasn't mad, though. I filled the void with three macarons.