Boston, MA
August 29th, 2024
I took a quick trip to Boston with my family to drop my little brother off at school. The first morning was spent at Tatte Bakery in Seaport (one of several Tatte locations).
Wednesday around 10am is quite a busy time for this bakery, though something tells me they never really get a moment of rest. I ordered an almond croissant and a cappuccino, then sat at one of the many tables they had outside. We wanted to take in the vibes of the Boston Harbor that Seaport has to offer.
The little flowers that were hanging from the bar, the warm glow of the lights, the intricate tiling, and the enormous pile of pastries behind the glass (including some gluten-free options! my mom got a berry cheesecake concoction) are just a few of the elements of this storefront that make it an elegant coffee experience.
I met up with a few friends in Beacon Hill the next day, and discovered that they, too, were fans of Tatte. In this interaction, there was a moment in which I hesitated about the pronunciation of the beloved shop… was it “Tatte” like tater-“tot” with a sneaky silent “e” or “tatt-AY” or “tatt-EE?” This moment, as it turns out, would define whether I am, indeed, a woman of culture or an absolute flub. What pronunciation did I choose? Well, you’ll be disappointed to find out that I actually never finished pronouncing the word, but instead trailed off after the final “t,” like a real pro.
Then I looked at the pictures from my visit and read the cup: “Tatte like latte.” I am patiently awaiting the next time this topic comes up and I can impress everyone.
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