Tuesday, January 11, 2005

At Last!

And when I awoke I rubbed my little eyes and whispered, “Surely it’s not morning yet?” I lumped into the shower and then dragged on enough clothes to greet the day. Made it into the car with barely minutes left to get myself to work on time. The car knows its way and rolled me along the usual path.

And then like a surprise birthday present I saw it … the wrapping had come off … the newspapers had come down. Hallelujah!

Jean-Pascal … bread, coffee, GATEAUX!

It’s open, it’s open, it’s really truly finally open.

After what has seemed like an age, the tauntingly sweet looking little patisserie at the bottom of the hill is finally open. I’ve been waiting for months to see what was inside, to see what I could smell and taste. Jean-Pascal … with rumoured links to Jackman & McRoss and possibly even Zum. Jean-Pascal with the sweet little window promising GATEAUX. Jean-Pascal whose window doesn’t promise coffee, but now that the newspapers are down I can see the shining machine. Jean-Pascal who promises little walks down the road to eat little treats and sips of lovely coffee.

Suddenly getting out of bed a little earlier each day seems like such a good idea!

p.s. In case your car doesn’t know the way, Jean-Pascal is on Goulburn Street, next to the fish n chip shop on the corner of Goulburn and Molle.


Anonymous said...

Wow, someone noticed that too. I have been waiting an age for this place to open, since moving to West Hobart. Though I'm yet to venture in there, I'm worried that with hopes so high I'm doomed to be crushed like a little crushed bug thing.

If someone could give me a hint of what this little place is like I would be very happy.

The painters didn't look very nice.

Georgie Weston said...

Well, Crushed Little Bug Thing, why don't you venture on in and tell us what you think? Be brave, I've got high hopes too!

GW ;-)

Georgie Weston said...

Well ... this morning I got myself out of bed early enough and went to Jean-Pascal's for a "traveller". I am so crestfallen as to be rendered almost speechless (some would say this is impossible)... They heated the milk for my coffee in the microwave.

I intend to get to the bottom of this travesty. Stay tuned.

Anonymous said...

Dear Georgie

You're not eating publicly enough!
You should get out more, we need you.
I think your last piece was Tuesday and I so look forward to them.
Did you get to the Taste?
We (me and the missus) give it a miss nowadays.
Eating (mostly) mediocre food in a concrete bunker just hasn't got that appeal.
Then there is the noise and the nightmare of finding a table/chair.
If you are lucky, chances are your arms will be sticking to the remnants of the previous mob's meal.
Then there's the stinky bins everywhere and the pressure from new arrivals for you to get out and let them in.
Taste? Yeah, right.

Cheers, Eric Anonymous

bingeing ninja said...

"... They heated the milk for my coffee in the microwave."

Gawd HRB… have you been hanging out with Fantasia (you know, the snake-haired charmer with the low blink rate who shrieks every time she sees a claw foot bath for fear non-experts will try to drink coffee out of it)?

As you know, Hobbit has a two-sided restaurant problem. Patchy quality of tucker and training staff to reasonable levels. So my advice is next time they make a move for the MW just tell ‘em not to. The folk behind JP won’t mind, they appear to be in it for the long haul