Thursday 2nd August
One unexpected consequence of the Olympics is that you cannot get a decent croissant anywhere. Let me explain. In my much wasted youth I worked in a bakery, well, actually in the office of the bakery. But I did learn a thing or two about croissants. In the trade, croissants along with doughnuts and Chelsea buns are known as Morning Goods. This is because they are only any good in the morning, by twelve they are past their best and by three o’clock you might as well throw them in the bin. The pastry for the best croissants is prepared in the late afternoon or evening and after successive rolling and folding is cut into shape and folded and laid out on greaseproof covered trays to prove overnight. The warm ambient temperature of the bakery allows the pastry to rise, the yeast to get working, and the magic of the croissant to take shape. From about four or five in the morning the trays are baked off and the croissants allowed to cool, be packed and delivered to the shops and restaurants for breakfast.
The almost terminally insane planners at LOCOG, worried no doubt by the creaky infrastructure and usually chaotic roads of London, came up with the wheeze that ALL deliveries to Restaurants and Bars during the Olympics must be between midnight and six a.m. Heavy fines were threatened for transgressors, and so rather than get caught late delivering most have decided to deliver early. So the few croissants you can find have been baked the day before and are crap, or were the frozen ‘Delice de France’ variety which are at least freshly baked in store, but never match the real thing for flavor or lightness of texture. Starbucks have no almond croissants at all, and the frozen ones at ‘Pret’ are okay but not perfect. So, who would have thought that the very lifeblood of the capital would be sucked out in such a strange way.