Last week I took my father to lunch for his 78th birthday. He said he wanted to go to one of the places along his daily walking route. That led us to La Bergamote in Chelsea. He’s been raving about their almond croissants for the last year or so. Like his son, my father takes his pastry very seriously. The last time I visited my parents’ apartment in Chelsea I saw a white paper bag on top of the fridge with oil spots all over it. When I took it down to investigate, my father lowered the newspaper he was reading and said “that’s my almond croissant from La Bergamote–you can eat anything else in the house–but not that–sorry!’ (more…)









