I have been stalking this place for months.
I drove past during construction. I pulled into the parking lot "just to see." I peeped through the windows. I studied the online menu like it was a final exam. So when Tous Les Jours finally opened, I was READY.
I let the grand-opening chaos calm down a bit before making my move. Late February Friday Night Date Night felt right. They're open until 7pm -- plenty of time to peruse, select, and enjoy dessert inside for the full experience.
I pulled in and miraculously scored a great parking spot near the door. Visitor beware though -- for a strip mall, parking is tighter than you'd expect.
I walked in and immediately noticed two things: 1. It was really busy. 2. There were trays and tongs involved.
After a brief internal "what is happening?" moment, I realized it's largely self-serve from bakery cases, with cakes in display cases near the register. Got it.
Now... based on my extensive pre-visit research (yes, I prepared), I came in with a mission: Fruit Pastry. Strawberry Croissant. Apple Jam Mont Blanc. I had saved strategic belly space for these exact items.
All three? Gone.
Not "one left." Not "almost out." Gone gone.
In fact, quite a few sweet items were sold out well before closing on a prime Friday night dessert hour. That was disappointing, especially since I specifically waited for dinner time to make this a proper dessert stop.
Determined to salvage the experience, I pivoted to cake -- which was essentially the only sweet option left. I chose a slice of Strawberry Cloud Cake ($7.16) and stepped up to the register.
The place was buzzing with people chatting over trays stacked high with baked goods and custom drinks. It had that trendy café energy -- clearly it's a popular hangout spot.
They boxed my cake in a very cute to-go container. I hadn't even thought to clarify I was eating in -- and they didn't ask. Minor detail, but worth noting. I found a table and then went hunting for utensils. Forks? Apparently not a thing. Spoon it is.
First bite.
Second bite (because maybe my tastebuds were confused).
I looked around at everyone else's overloaded trays and then back at my cake and felt... perplexed.
The cake was fine. It was lightly sweet. Very light. If it hadn't been pink, topped with a strawberry, and labeled "Strawberry," I'm honestly not sure I would've identified the flavor. It reminded me of that vague, airy "dessert cake" you find at a buffet -- technically sweet, technically cake, but lacking the richness or substance that makes you close your eyes and say, "Oh my god."
Here's the thing: when I invest $7+ and the calories into a slice of cake, I want to feel like I ate cake. I want density. I want sweetness. I want satisfaction. This felt... polite. Delicate. Almost shy.
If you're looking for a very light dessert that won't leave you feeling full, this could absolutely be your spot.
For me? It didn't deliver the payoff I was hoping for -- especially after missing out on the items I originally came for.
It's possible French-Asian inspired bakery style just isn't my thing. Your mileage may vary. But as someone whose favorite food in the world is cake icing? This didn't hit.
Prices skew high. Quality felt average. The vibe leans heavily into café hangout and aesthetic experience -- which many people clearly enjoy.
First impressions matter, and this one didn't win me over. But if you go, go early and stay flexible -- especially if you have specific items in mind. read more