Our dad poured his whole life into one place. That place was Le Gourmand.

Early mornings, fresh cookies, regulars who knew his name before they knew their order. He built it with his hands and ran it with his heart. It wasn’t flashy. It was real.

When we inherited it. Three brothers standing in a kitchen that suddenly felt too quiet. We had a choice. Keep it as he left it, or build something that honored why he built it in the first place.

That’s BatchBoys. Same obsession with quality. Same love for the craft. But louder. Bolder. For a generation that moves different.

Every batch we make carries his name even if it doesn’t say it.