It’s a travesty that all eggs benedict do not come atop a croissant. A crime, actually. La Madeleine must have read my mind because truth is, I’ve been dreaming of a breakfast this perfect since I could speak. Usually, ordering eggs benedict means two out of three things will be good: the egg, the hollandaise sauce, the toast or muffin it comes on. Lucky for me (and the world), La Madeleine gets all three right. The eggs were poached just right, the hollandaise sauce perfectly creamy and lemony, and the croissant…ohhhh the croissant. So flaky. So buttery. It was made for eggs benedict. And this eggs benedict was made for me. If you’re lucky enough to be in the vicinity of this cafe, you can’t get there fast enough. Run to the eggs benedict. Run! And then bring me an order.