“It isn’t as good, especially the whole wheat,” a friend reported with a sigh. She had been a big fan, too.
When my son was here two weeks ago with his French wife,
I have been hesitating to write about why because it makes me sad. My friends and I hoped mediation would be an option. It apparently was not. With all the hotsy-totsy reporters in Wellfleet this summer, I figure the news will appear shortly, so it’s time to share what I know. You cannot have a four-star bakery without a four-star chef. Boris, the master baker, has left. There was a quarrel. He was replaced.
I feel regret for both Boris and Philippe, two longtime friends who lived an amazing dream: they created a successful year-round business in a seasonal town, a marvelous place to eat and dream France, with a line out the door even in winter.
I also feel sorry for Wellfleet because buying “le bon pain français” is no longer the same, unless Boris opens another bakery. He is still here, so that still might happen.
I continue to recommend PB to my guests, because the restaurant remains exceptional. Unfortunately, I can no longer say the same about the bread. And, the fairy dust? Dissipated….



