Beard Papa’s Cream Puffs

It’s pretty sad that they closed down this Beard Papa’s Cream Puffs store. I ordered cream puffs with green tea fillings and original fillings, it was delicious. But at one point it got a bit too sweet, so I put it in the freezer and froze it and it still tasted really good afterwards. They used to have different filling flavors everyday, but now since it closed down, I haven’t ate any good cream puffs.

Papa, can you hear me?
Beard Papa is one of the most bizarre places I have been to. .. you know, because when I think of cream puffs I think of the Gorton’s fisherman. Well, I do now, so Beard Papa, +1.
The cream puffs are good, but they’re not «I’m craving them as I write this» good. It’s a cute concept, and it’s fun to watch the eager to please staff inject those little suckers full of custard, but. .. meh. If I were walking by I would probably think about going in for one, but I wouldn’t think it a huge sacrifice to skip.

My favorite cream puffs! Sadly, the size has gotten miniature (about 65% or less of the original) and the price has gone up. On the up side, they now offer several flavors everyday, as opposed to a daily special besides the original vanilla in the past.
I still come here for my cream puff fix, but more visits have been for the eks frozen yogurt. Always a plain small with mochi topping for me. The mochi here are not frozen hard like those at Pinkberry or Red Mango (both located 3 blocks east on St. Marks). But truthfully, my frequent visits are due to the guaranteed seating (most people order to go) and the convenient location.
Note for credit card users, a small fee is charged if the total is less than the minimum $ 10.

OMG… I LOVE LOVE the cream puffs…
As the usual me, I get traditional flavored cream ones. The red velvet cupcake is great as well (you will love the thick and extra creamy frosting)
I do have an advice for you: Do not get frozen yoguart from this place, it is not the same as Reg Mango or Pinkberry.

There are two things I have learned after visiting this place:
1. Papa cannot make much of anything.
And if you have the actual word Cream Puff in your name you better deliver!
2. Most of the people that reviewed this place wouldn’t know what a good cream puff looks like, smells like, or tastes like if they were bashed in the face with several hundred.

Dessa Goddess brought me here months ago and it was like opening Pandora’s Box. I get periodical cravings for the Beard Man’s cream puffs but too bad the closest Beard Papa’s is 2 ½ hours away.
Soft and fluffy creamy-​filled, lightly sweet warm pastry, lightly crispy on the outside. Yum~!
One question, though. If this is a chain that originated in Japan, what’s up with the Norwegian pipe man? Lol.

Last night I purchased 3 puffs from an EXTREMELY CHEERFUL lady. (If my job was to fill pastry shells with delicious creams and then sell this to people, I’d be cheerful too)
PUFFS I CHOSE
1 vanilla
1 chocolate
1 éclair-​style
I took the 3 puffs on the train to my friends’ house.
I gave one puff to my friend Albert, and one to my girlfriend, and I ate the éclair puff.
LET ME JUST SAY 1 THING
They were so freaking perfect.

I tried Beard Papa because I heard about it, but I’ll never go back. There is nothing wrong with the cream puff per se, but once you’ve had the ones at Choux Factory, any other cream puff just disappoints. If you want to indulge yourself, go to Choux.

So they’ve renovated the place, added a crêpe station, added a fro-​yo station. Yet, they left out a proper door handle, so you have to push the actual glass door to get in. I don’t know if that was done on purpose or not. Some things do remain the same though, like how they stare at you from the moment you walk in to the moment you leave. Their tiny tables resemble mini-​laptop sizes that can fit a Beard Papa, a frezz, and probably an elbow here and there.
It’s kind of overpriced, but I have to admit that the cream puffs are pretty good. Compared to Café Zaiya, theirs has a slightly thicker, crispier crust. The cream is more liquidy and less creamy, but the flavor is still there.

I don’t know who Beard Papa is and my memory of a cream puff consisted of something out of the Costco freezer (Or Jewel Osco for your MW-​ers).
Tiny, hard, and cold.
Not really appealing.
I don’t like dessert but definitely had a hard time resisting these freshly made puffs.
It helped that they weren’t disgustingly sweet and were brought in front of my face by a few sweet-​loving girlfriends.
I’ve concluded that Beard Papa is a bad, bad man.
Shame on him for bringing these decadent pudding-​filled concoctions to the masses.
BTW, the chocolate filling is cliché-​y sinful.
Every filling is enveloped by a pillowy cloud of dough, providing a brief barrier before the rush of just-​cold-​enough cream invades your taste buds.
Really, really great thing to put in someone’s fridge at their next party.
Trust me, you’ll be a star.

Now that’s a good cream puff! I happened by and decided I’d forgo my diet for a day just to try a Beard Papa’s cream puff. The store itself is adorable, and so are the employees. The girls behind the counter are all smiles, and that made me feel better about forking over $ 2 for what another reviewer rightly called a «glorified donut».
I watched the girl grab a couple of empty puffs and fill them right in front of me. Then she dusted them with powdered sugar and handed them over. I opted for the regular old vanilla, the bf went for pumpkin. Both were great, surprisingly airy and light. The fillings were, essentially, pudding. But, I like pudding, so I thought they were great and I’d recommend stopping in and getting yourself a taste.

«Help me Papa…»
I observe the white frozen yogurt beard before me, but instead of causing me an enrapturing madness, I am reminded of gentle falling snow and silent white capped peaks.
«Tell me my son, what do you want to tell Papa Beard?
«Papa… I can’t control myself in front of fro-​yo fatales, so I’ve come to sample the wise taste of yours…»
Papa Beard scratched his Puffs and looked at me with his wise, sweet eyes, and then, with soft and cold voice said:
«Son, everyday I see lots of young NYU kids stream down on Broadway; they rush, like you do, in precipitous fashion in everything that they do, but when they come to Papa, I sit them and teach them the art of patience and detail…» — Papa stopped and grabbed a bunch of strawberries, which he started to carefully allocate in his white froyo beard, making it look nice and enticing at the same time.
«See? Froyo is more than brazen desire, it is an art; it melts much slower than ice cream because it has a higher entalphy of fusion, froyo is meant to be taken slowly, passively and in sweet and distant intervals… it is lower in fat, and this is why we gild it with delicious side fruits and other things. You want to sample from my beard? go ahead!»
I leaned over with my spoon, and took a bite; it was indeed, creamy and delicious.
«Now take your time. And while you are at it, why don’t you try some of my puffs?» –for a moment I harbored the distressing feeling that this, wise old man, was really a perverted geezer, when I saw him extending to me the sweet and bloated pastries.
«Yummm» –I exclaimed with delight as I sank my teeth in the crunchy crust and the wobbly whipped cream filling inside… Papa Beard smiled.
«Now go, and learn your lesson; there are other treats for your palate than froyo, and if you must have froyo, do it calmly…»
«Thank you Papa» — I said leaving the location.
The old man stared at me one more time, and puffing his pipe, smiled wickedly and winked, and in that wink I saw with horror that I had been duped, for in a slanted-​eyes instant I realized that which really hid behind my passion for all these sweet entreaties from froyo’s to puffs; they were all Asian.
«That’s right boy, I am Japanese»
I am doomed to diabetes.

80 reviews? Really??? Being the rebel I am, I ordered a crêpe filled with pudding, fresh bananas and … chocolate. Yes, it was g-​o-​o-​d and surprisingly filling. Their bubble tea was also tasty.
Everything was a bit expensive, but I’ve been dying to have crepes since I moved here so this was a treat. They’re a tad expensive.

Really good. The puffs are pre-​made and then they just pump the vanilla cream in after you order. Surprisingly not too sweet.
$ 2 is a bit pricy for a glorified cream-​filled donut but it’s worthy glorification.

Papa don’t preach, I’m in trouble deep
Papa don’t preach, I’ve been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I’m keeping my money
Oh I’m gonna keep my money.

I’ve been here twice. Both times I’ve been satisfied with ordering their classic creampuff.
Three years ago, Kev Z. introduced me to Beard Papa’s famous cream puffs for the first time. When he suggested I try them, I scoffed (since I don’t really think of myself as having a sweet tooth), but he insisted, and after I took that first, light, heavenly bite of Beard Papa creampuffy goodness, I haven’t looked back. Stop in if you’ve never experienced Beard Papa’s!

As the baker pumped fresh cream from the dispenser right into the warm welcoming cavities of the puff, I wriggled with anticipation at the thought of biting into this tasty cream puff. And then I took a huge bite, and there was just a little too much cream in it. But better too creamy than not, right?
That’s what he said.

Overhyped. I don’t get it. It’s OK. Stop blowing smoke up people’s asses. These cream puffs aren’t addictive nor mind-​blowing.
Rice to riches is better than this. I’m surprised this chain hasn’t tanked like Krispy Kreme yet, with the whole health conscious revolution and all. Then again Magnolia is thriving with their cupcakes so go figure. Don’t listen to me though, judge for yourself. I’m just a hater who happens to eat out every night and has over 120 reviews here, that’s all. =)

WARNING: Highly addictive!!! If you could buy a piece of heaven, this would be it. I have never found any other pastry that has made me quite as happy as these cream puffs do. Whenever I walk by I always have to buy at least one.
They are light, airy and filled with delicious custard goodness. They are also not too sweet, which is perfect for me. I have tried the chocolate and vanilla flavours. I prefer the vanilla. The puffs can be slightly messy if it’s your first time eating one. The custard tends to squirt out all over your hands if you don’t hold them and bite them in a certain way. This technique can take months of dedicated cream puff eating to develop.
When this location was closed for renovations I was forced to trek uptown to get my fix. I haven’t tried anything else at this location except their exquisite puffs of perfection.
They do offer a variety of teas and other kinds of pastries, but honestly who goes to Beard Papa’s for tea or anything else besides their cream puffs?

— simple and sweet without being overbearing
— recommend plain vanilla cream puff