That’s exactly the way I felt stepping in to Sugarplum Cake Shop. There’s a spate of American-style bakeries in Paris hong kong property agents, but as much as I like cupcakes, Carrot Cake, and Rice Krispie Treats, I don’t really crave them enough to seek them out here. And if I did, I’d simply make them myself. No need to spend €8 on a slice of cheesecake.



In addition to the lovely array of sweets on display (at reasonable prices), I gotta say, I love the women at Sugarplum. I arrived with my friends Heather and Bryan, and as soon as I met her, I wanted to give Laurel – who was presiding over the cakes and cookies, and coffee – a big hug. And when I left – about two hours later – I was tempted to stay and put on a chef’s coat to join Krista and Taylor in the back, who were having a blast in the kitchen decorating cakes for special occasions lafite rothschild.

The interesting thing about Sugarplum is that you’d think it would be filled with Americans. But just like that street of French restaurants and cafés in San Francisco, it’s not filled with expatriates. When I went, it was mostly French people, enjoying the solitude and the calm of a café that’s not a jumble of rickety chairs at small tables, people jabbering on their cell phones, and teenage girls chain-smoking portable interactive whiteboard.

Like the laid-back coffee shops in the states, there’s big, wide tables to share with others, or to spread out with your laptop or newspaper (French or English), and enjoy a wedge of cake or a pecan bar along with a tall glass of housemade unsweetened iced tea, not the peach-flavored canned stuff.