On a typical Monday through Friday in the midtown rat race, you can find me at 12:15pm in one of several pithily named salad joints shelling out something mind-boggling like $13 for a pile of kale that’s been chopped into fine bits by an assembly line of choppers. I’ll have waited behind about 30 people on a line to get this salad. I’m not sure why, but there’s something a little comforting about getting roughly the same underwhelming bowl of greens just about every day. However, some days there just is not time to walk the 5 blocks and wait on the line that loops out the door, and in times of back-to-back meetings or deadlines I need to keep it very local. In the building local. On the ground floor of our building is a Financier. Financier is a coffee shop (a “patisserie” it likes to call itself because, you know, sophistication) that sells pretty dreadful coffee and gives away one tiny, buttery financier cookie with each cup. It also sells a variety of fairly sad looking sandwiches and a number of mediocre quiches! But sometimes on a busy day, a mediocre quiche and a wilty side salad from Financier that is going to taste pretty good and make me feel pretty horrible afterwards is just the ticket.
This quiche has nothing in common with the quiche from Financier.
