Take this down as necessary advice.
If you ever come within a 50 mile radius of Breckenridge, Colorado, turn your car toward La Francaise Bakery – a quaint little French bakery on the main strip of Breckenridge that boasts two genuine French chefs and one French pastry chef – a team that produces some of the best made-from-scratch French fair you’ll ever lay your lips on.
Trust me. I know the staff. I ask these things. I’m that annoying customer who wants to know the detailed history behind the business and how they make the Chocolate Croissant every morning before sunrise.
After being there multiple times in our now three trips to Breckenridge, the staff anticipates John and I’s order as we walk through the door.
Dang it feels good to be a regular.
The pastry case is breathtakingly beautiful, loaded with everything from cinnamon brioche to apple and almond croissant to fresh meringue. It doesn’t matter what you order – everything in that shiny little case is off the charts amazing.
The menu is pretty straight forward.
You have your breakfast items, savory crepes, sweet crepes, lunch items, and then beverages on the far right. I would personally recommend the egg, ham and cheese breakfast sandwich which comes on fresh baguette, and at least one of their pastries.
John and I have a little routine when we go in. He places our order while I gawk and gasp at the pastry case and take pictures of unsuspecting customers and staff. We then corrall at our table and wait patiently for our food to arrive.
This is one of the owners. From what I was told she and her husband moved to Breckenridge in 2004 to start this little Euro cafe because they both liked to ski and saw a hole in the market for it.
I’m so glad they found that hole. So, stinkin’, glad.
Although John and I normally stick with large coffees and cream (which they steam into the drink), they also serve up tasty confections like this frilly, mint-chocolate looking latte. I bet you that thing has a day’s worth of calories but the recipient likely does not care, because if they’re anything like me I’d let them hook me up to a butter IV if they recommended it. I trust the couple running the place that much.
My husband is the cutest. He has a blog. You should totally read it.
Oh look it’s me and my crazy top knot sipping French coffee. Wi wi!
And oh look. It’s the best breakfast sandwich to ever pass my lips! No lie!
Here we have a freshly-baked baguette, perfect in every aspect. Split in half and stuffed with buttery omelet-style eggs, high-grade swiss cheese, and petite-sliced salty ham. Oh my dear word. This is the epitome of what breakfast should be.
And in France, it apparently isn’t breakfast until you indulge in something sweet. Ours came in the form of an apple croissant.
This pastry makes my world come to a stop as I savor every bite. The crust is perfectly flaky and buttery, the custard layer is rich and slightly sweet, the apples are reminiscent of freshly baked apple pie, and the glaze on top pulls the whole thing together with a sweet, sticky finish.
This is pastry perfection.
So now do you believe me? Take heed my advice, friends. You, your stomach, your soul, needs this place. If you’re ever in the Breckcnridge area, do yourself a favor and stop by. It will have you coming back for more for years and years to come. It’s quickly become John and I’s little sweet spot, not just because it’s where we spent our first few days as husband and wife back in 2010, but also because the food is some of the best we’ve ever had.
Consider this Part 1 of my Breckenridge recap. Part 2 is on its way. See you soon.