Everyone who knows me knows I’m a bread snob.
And I’m proud of it. I thought I would never find
the perfect loaf of bread, but that was before I
walked passed Bien Cuit bakery on Smith Street in
Brooklyn. Always eager to try new places, I walked
in and was almost knocked over by what met me:
piles of the most wonderful dark, crusty breads in
all shapes and sizes. Even from a distance I could
see that this was good bread. I had been longing for
a good crust and I finally found it.