There is seriously nowhere to get a decent Baguette outside of France. No I am not trying to be a travel/food snob. I’m really not. It’s just the plane truth. The closest thing I have found is Cafe Beaujolais in Mendocino village. The sandwich pictured was actually from a roadside gas station and it was still superior to anything I can find here.
This is the ups and downs of travels friends. I am happy because I have tasted Baguette heaven but then it leaves me always lamenting the lack of anything comparable in our beautiful state. Until I find myself in France again I am happily reminded of its gloriousness by this photo.