Patisserie

In front of my house there is a charming patisserie.

There's a patisserie in the village.

I heard that a good patisserie opened near the stadium recently.

"Do you remember that patisserie that used to be across the road?" "We used to call it 'the cake shop'."

“Whoa. Pastry Pete's Patisserie. Pastry Pete is so brilliant. Did you know he won a Tasty Num Nums Award last year for combining crullers and Bundt cakes? They're called "crunts"!” “Oh, you got a crush on him. Speckle better watch out.” “I do not! Shut up! I'm telling you, you gotta try those sweet, crusty crunts.” “Ew!” “Come on, let's go!”

He had a little wife, he ſaid, whom he loved, who did the patiſſerie; and added, he felt no diſhonour in defending her and himſelf from want in this way—unleſs Providence had offer’d him a better.