behold, this glossy zeppelin in my hand; why, it is actually a custard brioche with a jaunty and tastalising splodge of yellow peeking out the hole on top, from the bakery next to victoire.
“you know that bakery next to victoire? it’s really good.”
“yes. i go to that bakery.
i had an excellent meatpie there once.
i don’t go to victoire.
only you and your sister go to victoire.
what a pretentious name.”
“um. i’m sure lots of other people go to victoire besides me and my sister.”
“i meant in this household. only you and your sister, from this household. i mean, vic-toire.”
“it’s a french bakery. why wouldn’t they have a french name?”
“but the word itself. there are pretentious english words and unpretentious english words.”
“i think any french word would sound pretentious to you.”
“what about ‘bread’? what’s the french word for ‘bread’?”
“it’s ‘pain‘, but it’s spelt like, pain. people would go there thinking they were going to get pierced.”
“well… … …”
and this is the boy who had a (non-french) friend, who wanted to name her son ‘papillon’.
anyway, whatever. speaking of pretentious, i really want one of these villeroy and boch silver-plated tea infusers, to replace my misshappen, tannin (or is it rust?)-stained mesh one. will it be the twiggy?
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“tastilizing spoldge” — =D
victWAArrgh.
=D
If it were, I dunno, a Chinese bakery with a French name like Le Pain Royal (lllloollers), there might be the possibility of pretention. However yes, a French boulangeri with a simple French name of Victoire cannot possibly be pretentious.
and omg, i would throw any parents in jail who wanted to name their son papillon. >.
hmmm. I don’t remember a bakery next door to Victoire. But perhaps thats because I was smelling the cheese when I walked out. Must visit again.
Would The Boy be happier if it was named Bruce? 😛 I do get the prentious thing – it seems to be rife in Sydney. But if the establishment sells the good stuff, then it is no problem in my books
Also I say go with Twiggy. There is also a flower version. These are cute, yet pricey!
argh. and now i am reminded of the time we walked past a block of inner city apartments calling itself “tribeca”. it remains one of the most ridiculous things i have ever seen, but the boy had no problem with it. i suspect he was defending it just to be contrary, which shits me.
saffron, look me up if you head over this way! custard brioche all round! also, your vote for twiggy has been registered. stellou picked that one too. me, i’m still quite enamoured of the classic teaspoon look of the other… aren’t i?
hikaru: yes, jailtime, and a sound beating… unless of course they are butterflies. 🙂
p.s. i have written back to your comment about vogue.
oh yeah. everyone in sydney wants to be on the set of satc or friends *rolls eyes*
yes, i will indeed look you up, when im in the area. however these days im in training – did i just say that. but im sure ill have a brioche, even if it is a bite.
i really like the twiggy because you can stir and stir billy tea, like a real bush ranger – except with style 😀
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