This review is for the Beverly Hills location, where I officially carbo-loaded like I was training for the Pastry Olympics. 🥐🥖

First things first: parking is like playing a high-stakes game of Tetris, but they do have a few spots and valet, so consider it your first challenge before unlocking pastry paradise.

The staff? Absolute gems—warm, friendly, and clearly trained in the sacred art of making people smile while handing them carbs.

I snagged a loaf of country white bread that turned into the breakfast of champions once paired with sea salt butter and strawberry preserves. Honestly, Wheaties could never.

The chocolate croissant was next level—flaky, buttery, and dangerously easy to inhale. But the real star of the show, the Beyoncé of baked goods, was the cinnamon monkey bread. I’m not exaggerating when I say this might be the best thing I’ve ever eaten. Buttery, crunchy cinnamon on the outside, chewy and rich on the inside. Sweet and savory in perfect harmony. If I had a last supper, this monkey bread would not only be on the menu—it would be the menu. 🙌

The café itself is small but cozy, with indoor and outdoor seating. Sandwiches looked phenomenal, but I had to tap out. Don’t worry though… round two is coming.