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My favorite neighborhood bakery

When I first arrived in Malad, you couldn't buy edible bread anywhere in the vicinity. Fast forward six years and we are now spoilt for choices. I now have six bakeries within a five minute walking distance. And that's before counting the bread baking shops inside my next door supermarkets.

So why do I return to just one of these bakeries every single time...

French connection is for the days I want to eat healthy. Their USP is their 100% whole wheat breads. They also sell half loaves so I can buy one of those Atta Bread ones and finish it before it gets stale. There's also pure whole wheat cookies and the biggest winner of the lot - 100% whole wheat pizza base. It's so soft and delicious I don't bother to make any more pizza bases at home.

French Connection is also for the days I am feeling lazy. Or days I don't feel like eating home cooked food. I venture into the bakery on my way back from work and pick up their spinach paneer roll. Or Paneer Tikka Strudel. Or Veg Puff. All their savory snacks are delicious.

Finally, French Connection is for days I am feeling indulgent. I haven't tasted their cheesecakes or apple pie yet, but their seasonal fruit cake is de rigueur for all our office birthdays. It's the softest yellow cake sandwiched and topped with whipped cream and a lot of fresh fruit.

All of this baked right in front of you when you stop by. Who wouldn't like bakes so fresh!
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Srivalli said…
Wow you are so lucky! and making me J ok..:)..wish I had something like that close by too..I can agree who will bake when you are spoilt for choice..
November 20, 2010 at 3:43 PM
Raw_Girl said…
Where in Malad is French Connection? I live at Kandivli...Do they also have pita bread and crackers?
December 1, 2010 at 10:13 AM
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