The new John Dory opened in the ACE Hotel. Cannot WAIT to try it.
Category Archives: Eating
Prix Fixe: 16,50 euro includes entree, plat et dessert. With my 5 euro glass of Bordeaux and tax, meal came to 24 euro. Bistrot Paul Bert had popped up in numerous articles as a solid neighborhood joint with excellent traditional French fare. It happily fulfilled my expectations- I had a simple beet salad (you have no idea how much I appreciate a good salad after two weeks here), followed by juicy roast beef and “puree a la maison,” followed by a decadent big chocolate macaron filled with some seriously rich chocolate mousse. Wow. Great value, and I loved the ambience.
On night 2 of my Parisian life, I found myself at a private wine dinner with a bunch of French people where not only were we tasting vintages from the 1980s, there was a quiz, too. I was the only American at the dinner, held in a restaurant in a suburb just outside Paris. Obviously, I was the only person who did not speak French. In a touching gesture, one of the hosts (knowing my language limitations in advance) had translated the test into English.
Not that it helped me.
I scored 11.5 points out of 20, and I was proud. I think everyone was happy that I hadn’t blown it completely, and had shown a bit of knowledge about the great traditions of French wine.
Check out these bottles. Pretty cool, right? I was building tree forts and playing with Barbies when some of these wines were bottled.
I don’t know that I’ve never seen mushrooms this big. It’s the season for these earthy giants and the markets are filled with them. Annic is cooking them up right now with olive oil and garlic, and she will serve them for lunch with duck and a celery root slaw.
I saw 4 women eating baguettes or sandwiches on the street. Skinny bitches. I love them.
I saw 1 woman eating an eclair as she window-shopped. Genius.
I found my dream car, this little thing called Le Figaro. It might have been a custom car whose owner christened it Le Figaro.
I ran in the Parc Monceau, a luscious neighborhood park filled with adorable French children, and their equally adorable parents, playing. This is where my boyfriend would play when he was a child. It made me love him even more.
On the way back from my run, I stopped in at the Monoprix in search of speculoos butter, which Hidden Kitchen chef Braden calls “crack goo.” I didn’t find the crack goo, but I did find 23 new species of cookies and 14 new species of butter, and 17 new species of yogurt. It was a brave new world, and I can’t wait to return.
I walked out of Monoprix (still in running gear, mind you) with two boxes of cookies and yogurt. As I got lost finding my way home, I ingested too many cookies.
I like sitting in cafes in the afternoon and having an espresso. It’s very good.