t started with a mother’s simple dream: To make people happy with food. From humble beginnings in a tiny shop in the summer of 1979, to today’s city that never sleeps; Honey Blossom Pâtisserie strives to keep that dream alive. We’ve dedicated ourselves to building a brand you can trust. All our ingredients are fresh and locally-sourced. Our more exotic ingredients are all Fair-Trade imports, as we at Honey Blossom believe in environmental, social and cultural sustainability.
Our candies and pastries are all hand-crafted with love and care by all our certified Pâtissiers. Honey Blossom believes in having only the best-of-the-best and we pride ourselves on investing in our culinary artists. Our head bakers and confectioners have all been trained in Paris, France. Our baristas are given extensive courses in coffee, tea and beverage crafting and can pick the perfect pairing for you. Every one of our staff, no matter their position, will serve you with the utmost professionalism and expertise. We only hire the best, and we are confident enough to say that our artists are the most elite.
Add a touch of Parisian decadence to your everyday life. Indulge and be pampered the way you were meant to be. Let us make you happy.
OUR PROGRAMS
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n 2005, we created our Streets-to-Treats program. Our program offers native NYC at-risk teens an opportunity to stay on track to graduate and pursue a career in the baking arts. Aspiring young bakers are encouraged to participate in our afterschool baking programs, in which they are prepared for entering the culinary industry. Students receive hands on training and real-life experience through our student run café. Students are also encouraged to express their creativity by creating their own unique baked goods and entering baking contests.
Our aspiring bakers are awarded varying scholarships upon graduation to put towards secondary training at their culinary school of choice. To obtain a scholarship, students must maintain a minimum GPA of 2.5. Each year, eligible students can apply for our study abroad program. One student has the opportunity to be awarded a full scholarship and an all-expenses paid opportunity to study the pastry arts in Paris, France to become a certified Pâtissier. Upon successful completion of their program, they are offered an internship at one of our five locations. Eligible students MUST maintain a 4.0 GPA, have perfect attendance to the afterschool baking program, actively participate in the student run café and have competed in the Pillsbury Bake-Off Contest.
CAREER OPPORTUNITIES
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e are currently hiring for all positions at our 5th and Sycamore location. If interested please follow this link and print out the application and hand over a physical copy of both your resume and application to our store. Be sure to include personal and professional references! We are an equal opportunity employer and accept all individuals with qualifying technical and work experience regardless of gender identification, sexual orientation, ethnicity, race, religious views, economic standing, culture, disabilities, etc.
n the quiet corner of 5th and Sycamore, across the street from a quaint and intimate independent café, two young men stand on ladders pining a banner above a cobalt blue glass double door, bickering about where to have dinner later that night. “GRAND OPENING” is displayed in vivid bold red lettering against a white backdrop. Upon the glass is etched a design of a honey blossom flower, within the design the words “Honey Blossom Pâtisserie” stand out in a flowing script against untouched glass.
Through the tall windows, gold-plated lights flicker to life, illuminating the interior. A young woman in a sleek white, yellow and black uniform comes out of the kitchen carrying a tray of bold colorful macarons. She glides past the stark white counters and stops in front of a rectangular glass display case framed in gold. Her uniform contrasts against the cobalt blue dominated walls as she begins to neatly line up the macarons by rows of colors. On the walls next to her are perfectly aligned glass shelves, proudly displaying containers of coffees, teas, nuts and candies in uniformly heightened glass containers and packages. Towards the back wall, a white menu with a simplistic font set in black is hung. A soft warm ash wood floor, cut in a chevron pattern, brings a touch of comfort to the sharp modern design of the shop.
Tucked away in the back of the store is a comfortable windowed nook for customers to sit at. Two wall-mounted lights with black shades cast a soft glow over two metal round tables with navy blue upholstered chairs. If you head up the stairs that are set against a backdrop of mirrors framed in diamond patterns, the railing designed in the likeness of vines, you’ll find a larger sitting area. The same style tables and from downstairs rest against the windows, with the occasional black leather bench and armchair set aside for more reclusive patrons.
Much like its namesake, the aroma of the shop always has a warm honey scent that mingles with coffee and the sweet smell of fresh pastries from the kitchen. Within said kitchen, a man in a black chef’s coat and square-rimmed glasses scowls as he meticulously dusts a tray of truffles with a cocoa dusting. His kitchen is decked to the brim with shiny new state of the art equipment, the stainless-steel counters sparkle in the bright light of the LEDs.
Another man enters the kitchen through the back entrance, smelling of coffee and smoke as he makes his way to the small employee locker room. He goes over to a row of deliberately distressed black painted lockers and throws a pack of cigarettes and keys inside, changing into his uniform. He turns towards a white rustic chic bench and grabs a handful of files he left there, making his way out of the small teal painted room into a very modern black and white office, neatly dropping the pile of folders onto a shiny glass desk.
An older woman quickly thanks him as she furiously types on her glossy white Macbook, the two briefly converse and then the woman follows the man out into the kitchen; eager to start the day.
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[attr="class","johnnysub_text2"] Brusque and introverted, Johnny's personality is entirely a product of his environment. Born and raised in a trashy trailer park, from a young age Johnny learned it was better to keep his thoughts, feelings and even most words to himself. Growing up, Johnny had to keep most of his passions to himself due to his father; the very definition of toxic masculinity. A lush and abusive man, Johnny's father was so uncomfortable with his sexuality that the desire for a sweet, pink fluffy cupcake put him into a rage. His mother, Joyce a sweet, sensitive and absolutely naive woman often took the brunt of the abuse. Too terrified to leave, she did her best to take care of her son as best she could.[break][break]
When his father was at work or at the bar, Johnny's mother would have him help her cook and bake. The human embodiment of a cupcake, nothing made her happier than baking sweet treats with her son. They'd stay up late, reading fairy tales and giving themselves tummy aches from eating too much sugar. It was no wonder why he worked so hard to become a baker. [break][break]
But his mother was only able to eck out normalcy in her relationship for so long. Joyce finally found the courage to leave her abusive husband after he attempted to beat their son for pushing him away from her after one of their normal fights. Joy tried to physically fight him back, but was overpowered and was unfortunately left paralyzed from the waist down. After his father was carted off to prison, Johnny was left in the care of his mother's sister. When his mother was well enough, they moved to New York City so his aunt could take better care of them. [break][break]
In his adolescence, Johnny devoted most of his time to helping his aunt take care of his mother and focusing on his schoolwork. Both women in his life encouraged him to pursue his passion in baking, his mother often noting that the only time she saw him smile anymore was when he baked them treats. Johnny enrolled in the "Streets-to-Treats" program offered by Honey Blossom Pâtisserie. Finally able to express himself, Johnny worked hard to maintain a perfect GPA, attendance and entered every contest he could. At the end of his senior year he entered the Pillsbury Bake Off, and even though he didn't win, he was one of the contest finalists. Filling all the stipulations of the program's requirements, Johnny was awarded a full scholarship to culinary school and the opportunity to study in Paris, France. [break][break]
Determined to make something of himself so he could take better care of his mother and aunt, Johnny worked his ass off in school and managed to graduate second in his class (much to his dismay). He found his time in Paris to be rewarding, there was something about the meticulous passion his chefs put into their work, making their products more than just desserts: they were works of art. He finished his time abroad by becoming a certified Pâtissier.[break][break]
Upon his return to the states, Johnny was immediately offered a position at the main Honey Blossom Pâtisserie location. There he worked his way to the top of the kitchen and caught the eye of the owner, Honey Westwood herself. Seeing potential in Johnny, she began working with him on opening a new location. Now the Head Pastry Chef, Johnny seeks to hone his craft and crush the competition.
[attr="class","winniesub_text2"] The only child of first generation Korean immigrants, Winnie lived a very normal yet sheltered life. Wanting their child to be able to assimilate easily within their small rural community, Winnie's parents raised her to blend in. A quiet, gentle and fairly naive girl, Winnie never felt compelled to rebel. She was happy just being average. Being in the spotlight was a terrifying notion. She never cut her hair because someone might notice and point it out. She was content being a C-average student, less stress and anxiety from honor classes. Winnie never went out of her way to make friends, she had books to comfort her. Perhaps one of the most unassuming creatures in existence, Winnie never really thought twice about the fact that her life was--meaningless.[break][break]
Until one fateful day, working at her father's gas station, Winnie met a punk rock band on their way to NYC to make it big. It was rare that anyone that wore that much leather and metal showed up in her town. There was something in the way the lead singer spoke to her, maybe it was the hypnotizing way the fluorescent lights twinkled over his many piercings, or his boyish smile that made her start to question things. But as they all joked and chatted, Winnie realized it was their passion, that made her realize that she lived such a milquetoast life. [break][break]
For the first time a flight of fancy took her and she allowed herself to be spirited away by these punk-y sprites. From that day forward, Winnie decided she wanted to be exciting. The second most daring thing she did was chop off most of her hair. The troupe found a grimy loft in a leaky warehouse in one of the most dilapidated parts of the city. Winnie said she'd repay the group by getting a job and helping out as best she could, and it was here that Winnie realized that unlike her newfound friends, she had no real talents or skills.[break][break]
Desperate, she walked all over the city trying to find a job. After being turned down too many times to count, she dragged herself into an unassuming cafe. She fell immediately in love with it, the enticing aroma from the fresh food and drinks, the cozy atmosphere enveloping her in it's warm and comforting embrace. She had to work here. And after a very desperate plea, Winnie found herself as the new barista at Angel's Cafe.[break][break]
[attr="class","cordeliasub_text2"] Affectionately referred to as the "Queen Bee" of Honey Blossom, Cordelia runs the day-to-day operations of the store with meticulous efficiency. A wearer of many masks, the young woman works hard to keep her imperfections hidden. To her customers, Cordelia has crafted herself a mask that is all sugar, spice and everything nice, honey-coated words pour from her perfectly molded smile. Having once been a professional ballerina, Cordelia learned how to easily keep a smile on her face no matter the pain or stress she faced. Customers often remark how everything she does, from stocking a case, wrapping a gift box or holding open a door, has such an air of grace. [break][break]
To her staff, she wears a mask of stone; cold, unyielding and terribly unsympathetic. She has little patience for tomfoolery and is often called a "buzzkill", "bitch" and some other very choice words when she's not around. Cordelia is not surprised that she has very little friends and she honestly prefers it that way. She is a woman that doesn't mince words, she is direct and blunt and will only say things when she thinks it's worth saying. She is incredibly prideful, and will never admit when she is wrong.[break][break]
Because she never is.[break][break]
Cordelia's facade crumbles when she is alone with herself, having suffered a career-ending injury, her self-confidence was shattered. The only person that has ever gotten the chance to see the real Cordelia is Johnny, and it infuriates her when he cracks through her masks that she's worked so hard to make. The only time Cordelia loses her cool is when she is in the kitchen with the chef as he is able to get under her skin like no other, and the two often get into shouting matches about how to run things. The two have been in a constant state of on-again, off-again, Cordelia often being the one ending the relationship when she starts feeling too strongly. [break][break]
The very notion of falling so hard for someone that you willingly expose your broken pieces, allowing them to help you put them back together--it terrifies her.
