I still remember the first time I was ensnared by this beautiful pastry; I was young and went to a fair with my parents where they suddenly found me still like a statue, with my eyes fixated on the Eclair. How difficult it was for my mother to pull me off from the stall as I stood in front of it, refusing to move a muscle until she bought me one. As soon as I saw it again at Al Finjan Café, I ordered it without skipping a beat. I felt nostalgic at the very first bite. The softness of the dough filled with rich luscious vanilla cream that rushed into my mouth and the top layer dipped in chocolate glaze crackling with every bite. I paired it with an ice-cold Raspberry Frappuccino and it was fantastic.