I was in the West Villy on Sunday visiting a post-op partner-in-life when he took me to a French Bakery on West 4th (off of 6th ave) and forced me to buy an eclair as they had run out of croissants. It was amazing. A perfect French eclair made perfectly with a perfect pastry and perfect, airy chocolate filling. I don’t know the name of this ridiculously ridiculous bakery but I will forever remember the eclair’s perfect perfection. It was so good that I stopped by my local bakery on the way home to get another one (paled in comparison but still good) and that was after two Kati rolls, popcorn and gummi bears. Errr. Weekend calories don’t count.