Twenty-Four Secrets in a Bottle, at La Provence

August 1, 2026 · 📍 Vancouver, Washington · 👁 — views

5/5Worth crossing a city for?

The front of La Provence in Vancouver, Washington on an overcast Saturday morning — a dark grey façade with LA PROVENCE in tall gold serif capitals, a gold wheat sheaf and fleur-de-lis standing in for the V, red patio umbrellas open below, and every outdoor table occupied

There is usually a line. Take that as the practical part of this entry and the rest as opinion: if you are going to La Provence on a Saturday morning, go knowing you will stand a while under the red umbrellas with everyone else, reading the hours off the door and pretending not to look at what goes past on the trays. Half past nine on the first of August, low cloud, the whole patio full. Nobody seemed put out about it. That is its own kind of review.

The black double doors of La Provence, with a gold script sign above reading La Provence and a red neon OPEN sign, a menu in a wrought-iron stand to the left, and a window card reading HOURS, Open 7 Days a Week, From 7AM to 4PM — Seven days a week, seven till four. The whole business closes before dinner, which tells you which meal it cares about.

The building sits on SE Mill Plain, which regular readers will recognise as the same road as the Red Robin from the other night — one four-lane suburban artery, two entirely different arguments about what a meal is for. Where the Red Robin has a rotunda and a parking lot, La Provence has gold serif capitals a foot tall and a sheaf of wheat where the V ought to be, tied up in a fleur-de-lis. It is not subtle. It is not trying to be.

Three friends, thirty years ago

The story, as the company tells it, starts in 1996, when a small group of friends from France opened one bakery in Lake Oswego on the theory that you cannot import French atmosphere — you have to get up early and bake bread every morning until it turns up on its own. The names attached to that first bakery are Pascal, Didier and Alain. Thirty years on there are locations across the Portland metro, plus The Dalles, plus this one; the Vancouver room opened in 2020, which is to say it opened into the worst year in living memory for opening a room where people sit close together and linger. It has clearly survived that.

They also farm. A panel at the back of the menu describes a place in Canby, Oregon where they grow herbs and vegetables for the kitchens — the menu calls it a commitment to soil and ecosystem health and a resilient food system, which is the sort of sentence a marketing department writes, but there really is a farm and they really do grow on it. I am inclined to be generous about the prose when the noun behind it exists.

The covered patio at La Provence, a long run of yellow-framed bistro chairs and wooden tables under a warm timber ceiling with overhead heaters, every table occupied, the parking lot and red maples visible through the open side — The covered patio at half past nine. Heaters overhead, bistro chairs, and not one free table.

Two Benedicts, and the one I should have ordered

Here is the part I have to be honest about, because the point of keeping a notebook is that it records what happened rather than what would make a tidier entry.

La Provence runs two eggs Benedict. The house one — La Provence Benedict, $18.50 — is a grilled ham steak and two poached eggs stacked on a freshly toasted croissant and smothered in hollandaise. The other is the West Coast Salmon Benedict at $20.75, with dill hollandaise and avocado. I ordered the salmon.

The open breakfast menu at La Provence, left page headed Breakfast Favorites listing Northwest Salmon Hash, Corned Beef Hash, Risotto Cakes and Eggs, omelettes and the Day Breaker; right page headed Bistro Brunches listing Tiramisu French Toast, Tatin Apple Crêpes, Baked Eggs à la Française, La Provence Benedict at 18.50 and West Coast Salmon Benedict at 20.75 — The choice, in print. I went right, to the salmon. The ham one is two dollars cheaper and, I think, the better dish.

It was yummy. I want that on the record ahead of the qualification, because the qualification is not a complaint. It arrived properly hot, the croissant lid sitting on top like a hat, the hollandaise pale yellow and flecked green with dill, a dusting of paprika over the whole thing, and a heap of shredded hash browns alongside with genuinely browned crisp edges and a scatter of parsley. It is a good-looking plate. It photographs better than most things do.

The West Coast Salmon Benedict at La Provence — a golden croissant top resting on poached eggs smothered in pale yellow dill hollandaise dusted with paprika, salmon just visible beneath, served with a large pile of shredded hash browns with crisped brown edges and chopped parsley, on a white plate set on a wooden table whose carved decoration shows along the bottom edge, the sauce bottle just in frame at the top right — The salmon Benedict, on a table carved with the restaurant's own name. That is the corner of the sauce bottle at the top right — we will get to the bottle.

And yet. I have had their ham one, and their ham one is better. I spent a fair bit of this plate thinking about the other plate, which is the clearest verdict a person can give without saying anything unkind. My best guess as to why: the ham version is a collision — salt, fat, hot vinegary hollandaise, all of it landing on a sweet buttery croissant that is doing the job an English muffin does in the standard version, and doing it considerably better. Salmon and dill are a gentler pairing. They agree with each other. Nothing on the salmon plate is arguing, and I think this particular dish is better when something is arguing.

Order the ham one. Then order the salmon on the visit after, so you have your own opinion instead of mine.

The bottle

Now. The sauce.

It comes to the table in a glass bottle with a black lid and a small gold-and-yellow oval label — La Provence above, Petite Provence below, the wheat sheaf and fleur-de-lis between them. Inside it is thick and orange-red and visibly not smooth: flecks of pepper and seed suspended all the way down the glass. It is made in house. I am told it contains twenty-four ingredients and that they will not tell you what they are.

A glass bottle of La Provence house sauce on a wooden table, filled with a thick orange-red sauce visibly flecked with pepper and seeds, with a black lid and a gold and yellow oval label reading LA PROVENCE above and PETITE PROVENCE below, a wheat sheaf and fleur-de-lis between them — Twenty-four ingredients, reportedly. You can count perhaps six of them by eye and the rest is their business.

I put it on the hash browns. It is awesome — that is the word I used at the table and I am not going to improve on it here. It is the thing I would tell somebody about first if they asked about this meal, which is a slightly absurd outcome for a twenty-dollar Benedict, and I suspect the kitchen knows exactly what it is doing by setting a bottle of it on every table for free.

Twenty-four is a number chosen by someone who has counted. Nobody says twenty-four when they mean "a lot."

Whether it is properly a hot sauce or properly a ketchup I could not tell you, and I think the ambiguity is the point. It behaves like both. If they ever bottle it for the shelf I will be a customer.

The room, which is doing a lot of work

Inside is a proper high room — timber ceiling, black steel, a mezzanine with its own bistro tables looking down over the floor, a chandelier at one end and racks of croissants at the other. White subway tile everywhere, hooped in black, the way a Paris métro station would be if a métro station smelled like this.

The interior of La Provence looking toward the front, with a high timber ceiling, a mezzanine level of bistro tables behind a black railing, copper pendant lamps, a full dining room below, a circular window sign reading La Provence Vancouver, and tall racks of croissants to the right — The mezzanine, the chandelier, and a rack of croissants the size of a door.

The café counter at La Provence, with CAFÉ spelled out in black tile on white hexagonal mosaic across the front, a barista in an orange apron smiling behind an espresso machine, syrup bottles, stacked cups, a finished latte on the counter and racks of baked croissants to the right — CAFÉ, set into the mosaic. The espresso comes off an Illy setup, and the latte in the picture had been on the counter about ninety seconds.

The signage is all like that — words set into the floor tile and the counter fronts rather than printed on anything. Bonjour at the register. Sucré along the pastry case. Small black chalkboards hang along the tile wall over the pass reading Petit Déjeuner, Bon Appétit, and — my favourite thing in the building — Pain Perdu, under which somebody has chalked the actual recipe in French: 25 cl of milk, 3 eggs, 75 g of sugar. It is a working recipe on a wall in Clark County, Washington. Nobody is going to read it. They wrote it out anyway.

The interior wall at La Provence, white subway tile hung with small black chalkboards reading Petit Déjeuner, Bon Appétit and Pain Perdu, the last with a recipe chalked beneath it in French, copper pendant lamps above, and staff working at the pass below — Petit Déjeuner, Bon Appétit, and a pain perdu recipe nobody asked for.

The register area at La Provence with BONJOUR spelled in black tile on white hexagonal mosaic across the counter front, a glass pastry display case, stacked yellow striped bakery boxes above, and a framed chalkboard reading Soup of the Day, Cream of Broccoli — Bonjour, and the soup of the day: cream of broccoli.

The case is a map of France

I spent longer at the pastry case than at the table, and I would defend that choice. Read along it and you are reading a fairly complete tour of French regional baking, priced in dollars, sitting in a strip on Mill Plain.

The pastry case at La Provence seen through glass, holding kouign-amann, apple turnovers, savory papillons topped with tomato and herbs, ham and cheese croissants, sugar-dusted peaches and cream pastries, raspberry and marionberry cheese croissants, cookies, cinnamon and caramel walnut rolls and pain au chocolat, each with a small handwritten card — Handwritten cards on every single one. Nothing here is printed from a template.

There is kouign-amann at $5.00 — Brittany, from the town of Douarnenez, invented around 1860 and named in Breton simply for cake and butter, because that is very nearly the entire ingredient list. The strict Douarnenez formula is forty per cent bread dough, thirty per cent butter, thirty per cent sugar, and the local pâtissiers formed an association in 1999 to stop anyone diluting it.

There are canelés at $3.75, or two in a box for $8.50, four for $17.00 — Bordeaux, out of the convents in the wine country, where winemakers used egg whites to clarify their wine and sent the spare yolks to the nuns. Dark caramelised shell, custard middle, rum and vanilla. In about 1985 some eighty-eight Bordeaux pâtissiers swore an oath over the recipe and dropped one of the ns from the spelling to mark it as theirs.

A glass display of canelés at La Provence, dark caramelised fluted pastries arranged in rows, some topped with white icing and berries, with cards reading Canelé 3.75, Canelé Box of 2 at 8.50 and Box of 4 at 17.00, beside baskets of baguettes and mini brioche, and a Porsche Studio Edition macaron box to the right — Les Canelés de La Provence, plus baguettes, mini brioche, and — genuinely — a Porsche Studio Edition macaron collaboration.

A closer view of the La Provence pastry case with handwritten price cards reading Kouign Amann 5.00, Apple Turnover, Savory Papillon Breakfast Papillon 6.50, Tomato Spinach Feta Croissant 5.50, Ham and Cheese Croissant 7.50, Blueberry Lemon Papillon 4.75, Cinnamon Roll 4.75, Caramel Walnut Roll, Pain au Chocolat and cookies — Kouign-amann five dollars. Ham and cheese croissant seven fifty. Cookies three.

And then there is the papillon — the butterfly — which is their own shape: laminated dough opened out flat and loaded, sweet or savoury. The savoury breakfast one at $6.50 carries a little blue banner on its card reading Vancouver Special, which I found unreasonably charming. Someone at this location invented a pastry and the sign says so.

A close view of a handwritten card in the La Provence pastry case reading Vancouver Special in blue ink above Savory Papillon Breakfast Papillon, 6.50, propped in a metal holder in front of a flat golden pastry topped with cherry tomatoes, herbs and cheese — "Vancouver Special." A pastry that exists here and, as far as the card is concerned, nowhere else.

What I actually come here for

All of which is preamble to a much simpler fact. My favourite thing in this building costs a fraction of the Benedict and involves no technique at all beyond the croissant itself: a croissant with strawberry jam. That is the order. It is absolutely marvellous and I would put it up against anything else on the premises.

Worth saying that the croissant is load-bearing everywhere else on the menu too — it is what both Benedicts are built on, it is what the ham and cheese version is, it is half the case. A place that gets the croissant right has already won most of the arguments. Everything above is really a question of what they choose to put on top of it.

The long pastry counter at La Provence with SUCRÉ set in black tile on white mosaic along the front, glass cases of tarts, éclairs and fruit pastries, a copper bucket of baguettes, a staff member working behind the case, and diners at tables by the window — Sucré. The far end of the counter, where the resolve fails.

Notes from the rest of the menu

Things I did not order, recorded for next time. The Monte Cristo, $17.75 — turkey, ham, Swiss, cheddar, pineapple, tomato and mayonnaise on their own French country bread, dipped in egg batter and grilled — carries the best sentence printed anywhere on the menu: "No substitutions/changes, please. Cristo is cured for 24 hours to maintain its structure." A sandwich with a curing time and a structural argument. I will be having that.

Also: French onion soup at $10.75 the bowl, in beef consommé under toasted Provence bread with Swiss and parmesan run beneath the broiler. A mimosa flight of four and a bloody mary flight of four, both $22, for the table that has decided the day will not involve driving. And a Shirley Provence at $6 — orange juice, citrus soda, pomegranate float, cherry — filed under Zero-Proof Mocktails, which is a kindness at a brunch place.

The La Provence lunch and dessert menu pages, left listing salads, the Monte Cristo at 17.75, La Provence BLT, grilled albacore tuna melt and IPA bacon cheeseburger, right listing desserts including Versailles, Black Beauty, Tiramisu, Éclair, Pavlova, Napoleon and marionberry cheesecake, plus panels for Club Provence and The La Provence Farm in Canby, Oregon — Lunch, desserts, and the panel about the farm in Canby.

The La Provence drinks menu, left page listing brunch cocktails including a mimosa flight of four and a bloody mary flight of four, right page listing wine, beer, zero-proof mocktails including the Shirley Provence, a juice and specialty soda bar and a coffee bar — The flights are $22 and come four to a board. Consider your afternoon.

Practical

La Provence Boulangerie & Patisserie, 17719 SE Mill Plain Blvd, Vancouver, WA 98683.
Open seven days, 7am–4pm. No dinner.
Expect a line on a weekend morning. The patio is covered and heated, so the line is no hardship.
Benedicts $18.50 (ham) and $20.75 (salmon); pastries roughly $3 to $7.50.
The house sauce is on the table and costs nothing. Use it.

Worth it? Five. And I want to be clear that I am giving five to a place where I ordered the wrong thing — the salmon Benedict is very good, the ham Benedict is better, and I knew it halfway through. The rating is for everything around that: a bakery that laminates its own dough before dawn, writes its price cards by hand, grows its own herbs in Canby, chalks a pain perdu recipe on a wall nobody reads, and puts a bottle of twenty-four-ingredient sauce on every table for free. Come for the croissant and strawberry jam, which is the best thing here and costs about a quarter of what I paid. Stand in the line.

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