D’ough! French bakers school Kanye West
TODAY - The Association of French Bakers is upset with lyrics from 'I am God,' in which West raps 'In a French-ass restaurant / Hurry up with my damn croissants'...
TODAY – French bakers aren’t saying “bon appetit” to Kanye West’s latest album, “Yeezus.”
The Association of French Bakers is upset with lyrics from “I am God,” in which West raps “In a French-ass restaurant / Hurry up with my damn croissants.”
So they penned him a tongue-in-cheek letter begging him to reconsider his stance.
In the letter, the bakers stress that a croissant can’t be rushed, as it is akin to a work
of art. They also say they would let the slight pass, but they take his lyrics seriously.
“From the other lines in the song, we have come to understand that you may in fact be a ‘God.’ Yet if this were the case — and we, of course, take you at your word — we wonder why you do not more frequently employ your omnipotence to change time and space to better suit your own personal whims,” the letter reads.
Yes. This is for real.
Read the letter below.
Regarding Croissants in “I am a God”
Association of French Bakers
900 Rue Vielle du Temple
Paris FRANCETo Monsieur Kanye West:
Congratulations on the birth of your daughter, Nord! This is a truly auspicious time for you — and so it is with great sadness that we must lodge a formal complaint against the song “I am a God” from your new album “Yeezus.”
Our organization represents bakers across France, many of whom have taken great offense at this particular rhyming couplet:
In a French-ass restaurant
Hurry up with my damn croissantsAssuming you, as a man of means, dine exclusively at high-end restaurants, ski chalets and boulangeries during your voyages to Paris, it could not be possible that the delay of your “damn” croissants originated from slow service. And certainly, you are not a man to be satisfied with pre-made croissants from the baked goods case reheated and tossed out on a small platter. No — you had demanded your croissants freshly baked, to be delivered to your table straight out of the oven piping hot.
And it was with great joy you ordered croissants — not crêpes or brioches — because only croissants can proudly claim that exquisite combination of flaky crust and a succulent center. The croissant is dignified — not vulgar like a piece of toast, simply popped into a mechanical device to be browned. No — the croissant is born of tender care and craftsmanship. Bakers must carefully layer the dough, paint on perfect proportions of butter, and then roll and fold this trembling croissant embryo with the precision of a Japanese origami master.
This process, as you can understand, takes much time. And we implore the patience of all those who order croissants. You may be familiar with the famous French expression, “A great croissant is worth waiting a lifetime for.” We know you are a busy man, M. West, but we believe that your patience for croissants will always be rewarded.
We could easily let this water pass under the bridge, as they say, but we take your lyrics very seriously. From the other lines in the song, we have come to understand that you may in fact be a “God.” Yet if this were the case — and we, of course, take you at your word — we wonder why you do not more frequently employ your omnipotence to change time and space to better suit your own personal whims. For us mere mortals, we must wait the time required for the croissant to come to perfect fruition, but as a deity, you can surely alter the bread’s molecular structure faster than the speed of light, no? And with your omniscience, perhaps you have something to teach us about the perfect croissant. We await your guidance and insights.
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