Between the chocolate mustache-topped sable sandwich cookies that resemble an inside-out Oreo, the “f*cking dark” chocolate tarts topped off with chocolate skulls, or a lemon cream in between sesame madeleines disguised as a hamburger, this pastry shop can feel a bit too self-consciously cool. Thankfully, the sweets mostly deliver, and the tattooed and bearded eponymous pastry chef is present most days, and gracious. The deconstructed cheesecake inside of a Camembert box is an interesting take on a ubiquitous dessert, and the fresh fig tart with dragées rich with an intensely vanilla cream in a crisp, not-too-sweet shell. Pastries taken to-go are packaged in reusable plastic pencil cases adorably slapped with a robot sticker. In yet another departure from his peers, Laurent Favre-Mot will be offering a limited savory lunch and brunch in the back room of the pâtisserie.
— Catherine Down, October 2015