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映Grateful Afternoon Tea 一种纯正的美味和文化

焙友之家小編是一個喜歡安靜的人，因此對那些具有書卷氣息和文化氛圍的甜品店是沒有任何免疫力的，而在日本，就有這麽一家店，未來的日子裏，是一定要找機會去親身品味這正純正的文化之美的！

映Grateful Afternoon Tea，开在被咖啡的香气和书卷浓浓的文化气息萦绕的绍兴路上，来到这里首先引入眼帘的就是一栋两层独立绿色小屋，仿佛开在森林中的小屋，与周围景物相比显得独特有舒服。这里不仅有日本甜点师兢兢业业地制作西点，还有专业的咖啡师为你手工研制萃取最适合搭配西点的精品咖啡......当然除了能吃到美味的食物外，你在这里还能体验到一种纯正的饮食文化。

映婳在延续法式西点制作的工艺外，还融合了日式西点的口感，即使是朴素的摆盘或是质朴到不行的西点造型，都不会影响真正热爱西点口感的食客们对于这里的喜爱。在仅仅三个月时间，这家法式与日式西点相结合的西点铺已经成为了在中国的日本人圈中的口碑 No.1 。

在日本工作生活了六年的映婳，因为想吃真正美味的鲜奶蛋糕和咖啡，于是在日本学习了西点烘焙和咖啡的制作，她不仅成为了国际咖啡鉴定师，还在日本精品咖啡协会担任咖啡文化大使，由此店里的精品咖啡的制作和选购，包括西点的烘焙都由映婳负责。

區別于魔都市場上所有的瑞士卷，映Grateful的日式米卷采用日本進口的米粉精制而成，蛋糕胚松、軟、彈性十足，配上最好的奶油，食客贊不絕口！

映婳說日本對于鮮奶的標准，在世界上都數一數二。醇厚、順滑、香甜、冰涼，甚至于有時會令人懷疑裏面是否摻有冰激淋分子!映婳苦苦研發，終于做出了接近于日本鮮奶的口感，那種入口即化、那種香甜順滑，配上松軟彈性的新鮮蛋糕胚，于是這裏有了一款百吃不厭的鮮奶蛋糕！

和栗子塔並駕齊驅的便是這款拿破侖了，過多的裝飾會影響口感，于是這裏繼續保持簡樸的造型，並用最傳統的做法，在松化的酥皮夾上鮮奶及幼滑的芝士醬，口感及松化及嫩滑于一身。

銷售連冠，進口的日本栗子中融入法國的頂尖鮮奶油，區別于魔都所有的栗子塔，在口感上精心設計，加上最後誘人香脆的杏仁餅底，能體會到四層完全不同的口感卻相得益彰，建議一口咬到底，香甜誘惑，回味無窮！

假使你足夠細心，會發現這裏的二樓偶爾會住著一些小奶貓，也有一些來自紹興公園的流浪貓會來這裏逛一圈，睡一覺，覓點食。映Grateful是Thinkadoption的定點公益活動舉辦地，一年會有四次流浪貓的大型領養日活動，下一次舉辦的時間就在12月，足夠有愛的你，就來領養可愛的小奶貓吧。

飲用紅茶可以清口，但咖啡與西點絕對是史上最登對的情侶，因爲它們可以使對方增味，擁有更佳的口感。在映Grateful裏，有一項不成文的規定，就是咖啡與西點一定是同時給到客人的，這不僅是爲了客人能更好的享受，更是強調一種飲食文化。什麽西點搭配什麽咖啡、餐具的搭配、咖啡勺擺放的位置......諸如這樣的細節，你可以慢慢在這裏體會。

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