I called and asked if they had eclairs. They said absolutely! When I got there, there were about five dirty old men sitting around the little hole-in-the-wall cafe watching provocative music videos on the flatscreen hanging up on the wall. Surprisingly, no eclairs. There were about three stale donuts spread out in the case surrounded by flies. On my way out I was visually violated as they whispered and laughed to themselves in spanish. Not a pleasant experience...at least it killed my craving for eclairs....