The shortage of decent french bread in this town is what you might expect from South Texas,  land of SOFT white bread, the kind you cant help but squeeze into a ball for fun. Up until now, I basically didn’t bother with baguettes down here.  I was momentarily excited by the prospect of Bistro Bakery, where the ambience included people in the kitchen arguing in french.  But the baguette seemed a little pale, and too soft and without air bubbles inside. The menu seems more focused on various puff pastry things filled with ham and cheese.   I was a little surprised to find an almost empty round dessert case blocking the menu, filled with one tart tatin, and these frightening macarons that seem…