MEDIA - Sunday Life - Lifestyle
Noisette is a French bakery where I take my daughter, Leanne [2], for what I call chocolate; it's like a chocolate croissant. She just loves them. I'll have an espresso and a croissant.
MEDIA - Australian Gourmet Traveller - Produce
... and more recently Knead, Dench, Noisette and Wildflour in Melbourne ...
MEDIA - The Age - Epicure
When the bread comes to the table at C'est Bon, a pleasant and strangely quaint little French restaurant in Port Melbourne that avoids the cutting edge like the guillotine, it is proper French baguette. With rapier-like detective skills, I assume a liaison beneficial with Noisette, the French baker down the road.
In my best Peter Sellers accent, I ask "Is your bread from Noisette?"
"Oui," says the non-nonsense, super-efficient waiter (who is the owner, too). "They make the bread and par-bake it, we finish it off here."
Which explains why it is warm, has a thin, pliable yet crisp golden and blistered shell and the lightest, fluffiest interior that simply screams "slather me in butter or dunk me in a sauce. Now."
Good baguette, as you'd hope for in a place that wears the tricoloeur so conspicuously.
MEDIA - The Age - Epicure
... My great-grandfather started to bake at home in 1825 for his neighbour.
Word got around and such was the demand for his bread that he started the first bakery of the Menards, which began the curse of the bread...