Dry. Boring. Plain.
But in the last 30 days, I've has two excellent examples. First at Boundary in Shoreditch. Then last night at St. John. The St. John ones came piping hot out of the oven. Steaming almost. We had to pass them back and forth in our hands, valiantly hoping they'd cool enough for us to eat them. And when we did eat them, they were light, buttery and perfect.
Call me a convert.
Do you have a favourite place for madeleines? Where? I'm hooked!