Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Macarrons in New York!

Cross posted on Pinay New Yorker

 I was walking down 74th Street towards Lexington to get my ride back to the office.  I took my time since I had already taken the morning off and it was just after 11AM.  I figured I had enough time to grab lunch, bring it to work, and then settle down.

This part of the Upper East side is pretty posh.  It was a mildly cold day, the sun was out — a perfect day to take a stroll.  If only my right arm wasn’t bothering me — I would’ve brought my camera and snapped away again.  So I entered one fancy deli which showed their own cheese selection on one side, gourmet goodies like jams and exotic sardines and capers, fancy salads and a variety of lasagnas and quiches.  There was a chiller full of ready made sandwiches that showed turkey with brie, egg salad with dijon mustard — I just couldn’t make up my mind.  I walked out past the line for the cashier and stepped back onto 74th.  Turning right on Lexington, I scoured the horizon for a deli and found several choices, but before I could make up my mind, I saw the bus stop.  I decided to make my way there while mulling about the choices and I saw a comely window with Patisserie painted on it.  It was a bistro type facade with French doors (what else?!) — and I thought I’d be adventurous and walk in.


I was greeted by coffee tables full of people having a late breakfast, and to the left was a dessert display that was just candy for the eyes!  There was a variety of sandwiches, too, and I settled for a Croque Monsieur with Bechamel sauce — the French version of your ham and cheese sandwich with a twist — and I picked out two pastries to go with it.  I picked out a coffee eclair and a second pastry I failed to get the complete name of, but which I attempted to pronounce in French, and with success at that according to the manager behind the counter.

As the gentleman was trying to put together my order, I casually asked him if they made macarrons and lo and behold, he signalled to the other side of the dining room where they were, next to the gourmet chocolate chiller.  Macarrons in New York courtesy of Chef Francois Payard.  I asked to have 6 pieces placed in my bag, and as I walked over to choose the flavors, a tray full of the goodies was there for the taking to taste!  I sampled the coffee and passion fruit, (yes, I was greedy!  LOL).  Payard is a distinguished name in its field here in New York, and they definitely measured up to my beloved Laduree.  I remember way back in March of last year when I first wrote about the macarons of Laduree, a fellow pinoy from LA wrote me about his favorite patisseries here in New York and how he had such a sweet tooth — and that Payard was a favorite stop of his, but alas, no macarons..!  I immediately e-mailed Manny this morning (even before I could draft a blog post) to let him know that Payard now had macarons.

The texture and flavor was fantastic — your teeth literally sunk into the cream filling between the soft cookies, and I couldn’t wait to tell Alan I discovered macarrons in New York.. I left the patisserie telling the lady who put my macarrons in a small box that I’m very happy to have made this discovery — like a young girl walking into American Girl Place, for sure!  And the best thing about it was that it was cheaper than Ladurees — Euro to dollar that is.. with Payard’s selling at $1.60 (but soon to go up to $1.70 in a few days, I heard) — compared to Laduree’s which costs over One Euro each, and I know the last time we bought it came to something like over $2.00 a piece.  (Bizu’s comes to just over a $1.00 but that’s Manila..)

We are already planning to have dinner at Payard’s and in their mediterranean restaurant in midtown called IN TENT where the Executie Pastry chef is Fellow Pinoy Eric Estrella.  Meanwhile, I’m planning another stopover there when I pick up my visa in two weeks time.  

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Un voyage au consulat français (A trip to the French Consulate)

Before anyone starts believing I’ve suddenly picked up more than just elementary French, the title above was translated for me by Google Language Tools.

I went over my documents last night and arranged them neatly, one set clipped inside my passport, and a second on the ready — just in case.  I woke up this morning not having to rush because my online appointment didn’trequire me to go there until 10:15 AM.  The Consulate was emphatic that one must try to arrive no earlier than 15 minutes before the appointed time because they have no waiting area (meaning you wait outside in the cold) because they have limited seating inside the Consulate (which was true).  

I took the Express bus to 3rd Avenue and I don’t know what possessed me that I got off at 51st Avenue.  (Some tiny voice at the back of my head was saying it was on East 54th.. and this was supposed to be my third trip to the Consulate already!)  Before I crossed Park Avenue, I decided to check the address in my appointment receipt and lo and behold, it was 74th.  So I took the M3 on Madison Avenue and slowly made my way to the upper east side.  

The cruise down Madison Avenue on the upper east side is a fashionista’s dream come true.  Designer store after designer store line both sides of the street.  Fortunately, I love to look, but buying is another matter altogether for me.  I’m more on the practical side when it comes to clothes, but I don’t mind oohing and ahhhing over those fine coutoure shops.  I was making good time.  It was just a few minutes past 9AM, barely 9:30, so I got off on 69th street and walked.  I was in front of the French Consulate by around 20 to 10AM, and I stood there waiting with a few others.

They couldn’t understand why we weren’t being let in when it was rather chilly outside.  I tried to tell the middle-aged Asian couple that there really wasn’t much room inside the Consulate.  Then the lady said then perhaps they should get a bigger building.  (If the staff inside heard that, they would have pointed to a sign saying “Travel to France is not a right..”.. I so wanted to copy that announcement but was in line and trying to wait quietly for my turn I couldn’t fish for my pen in my purse..)  One thing we must all remember is that once we step inside the office, building, grounds of an Embassy or Consulate, that is their sovereign domain and we are all subject to their laws and regulations, even if that Embassy and/or Consulate is located in the United States.

They finally called me in at 10AM exactly, and I proceeded to go to the cashier to pay.  The good news is that along with their online appointment system, they now accept American Express (which they didn’t do in Feb 2005).  My single entry visa was $44.30.  If you intend to pay in cash, bring the exact change because the cashier will not be able to give you money in return.  I was then instructed to fall in line for processing.

I must’ve stood there for around 20 minutes, but it would’ve been faster if the people ahead of me were ready with the right documents, and would listen to the consular officials behind the window instead of trying to argue their case.  Many do not realize that there are many required documents, and there are specific requirements given by the Schengen countries for one to gain entry into Europe.  A businessman ahead of me thought that his $2Million maximum Health Insurance policy would be good enough for the Consulate, but the consulate is very specific that it requires a letter from the carrier of your Medical insurance that you are insured up to at least $37,000 including emergency repatriation if necessary.  You may have a $2Million maximum lifetime medical insurance policy, but if the letter stating your coverage fails to specify the coverage for emergency repatriation, the Consulate will not accept that.  The solution is to go to InsureMyVisa.com and they will give you exactly what the Schengen countries require.  (My $50,000 policy cost me all of $15.50.. and I got the required letter, too.)

The Asian couple told me they didn’t know that the hotel confirmations were also required, and that an e-mail confirmation was not sufficient because the Consulate required that the hotels fax the applicant directly.  (Of course mine were taken cared of by Alan — and that was easy because it was internal.)  So they had to call the hotels last night and have them fax in the confirmations ASAP.  

While it is true that there severeal documents required, they are all fully described in the Consulate’s website, and the specifics required are not in any way ambiguous.  The lesson here is that one must not presume adequacy — you must comply with what is required to save yourself the trouble of having to come back or having to reschedule your trip to a later time.

I have already written about processing times below.  I have been requested to check back in 2 weeks if my visa is ready, and they will affix the visa onto my passport.

One gentleman who seemed to be of carribean descent was flustered that his documents were not sufficient, and the consular official wasn’t about to give him any special breaks.  He was being told time and time again to just come back when he has all the required documents, but he was adamant about getting his money back instead.  The gentleman behind the counter politely told him that refunds are not issued, because the application fee is being paid for you to be able to apply.  It isn’t even for the Embassy to process that application.  Whether you complete the application process or not, get your visa or not, the money is non-refundable.  He turned back in a huff and tried to badger the cashier instead, who, of course, wasn’t budging any either.

The businessman was getting catty responding to the consular official who still held his composure in the midst of the discussion about the $2M medical insurance.  He would apologize after the consular official clarified that he was just trying to explain, but by then the poor consular official had to parry his blows already.  Now I see why that sign is posted on each window — that you have to be polite to the consular officials, otherwise, it can be grounds for them not to grant you a visa, which will mean your denial of entry via any other Schengen country.  

The same consular official was very kind to me.  He asked for each required document which I produced one after the other.  He was even pleased that I had not only photocopied my Philippine passport and my greencard, but a copy of my old Schengen visa as well.  We went about our business nicely and in a very friendly fashion.  I was out of there in 5 minutes!  So many things happen faster when you ask nicely — so you see I did pay attention to the lessons in good manners and right conduct from the nuns of St. Paul.

Like any other government office, it is important that you know what is required of you and that you bring all your documents in the format and number of copies required.  Otherwise, be ready to be asked to return, be asked for more documents, or be denied altogether.

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