This was one of those times where I walked out, defiantly, thinking I WILL NOT BE JUDGED. Yet later on, when the SR asked me, where was mine? I had to hang my head in shame. For I, yer honour, I did walk past, and it was like a magnet pulling me in, for I did indeed see me some delightful looking almond croissants. \n\nLet me take you back to a time when once I feasted on almond croissants, in the balmy summer of the South of France. I've never tasted anything like those croissants in all my days since I left that town, not that I have ever stopped trying. Every one I have tried has paled in comparison, dry, dusty, overly sweet, not butterly melt in the almondy mouth. I'm not going to lie - The Wee Boulangerie didn't succeed either, but it gave it a damn good try. Where most almond croissants are almond paste basted in the heart of a pastry fold, and carry the body of a normal looking croissant, The Wee Boulangerie was like a Picasso impression, with crispy almond sponge oozing out everywhere. It didn't even really look like a croissant. But it tasted light, not dry, not too sweet, and the crispy light edges made a delightful contrast to the heaviness of the croissant itself. I enjoyed every, single, mouthful. \n\nA note as well - I'm on a diet. Almond croissants are pretty much verboten. The SR is on a diet. He is sick with jealousy at my hedonism... I'm going to have to get more to appease him. Thanks The Wee Boulangerie, you destroyed my diet, but in oh so such a beautiful way....