Our favorite place

John was at Rotary, Ren was studying, I had the day to get my hair cut and mosey around on my own. Rambled through the drizzle into the Marais, into the Jewish and gay section, got peckish, and tried to eat at the Jewish deli there, but it was packed, saw something that looked cute and smelled good, so opened the door to discover it was packed and had a line. Noted the address (3 Rue de Rosier) and followed some other disappointed folks around the corner to a Dome that looked kind of OK. But not really. The menu included Croque Madames, which I didn't know what was, but know I like croque monsieurs, so decided to try it. Hmmm, comes with a sunnyside egg on top. Not fond of sunny side eggs, and the salad was a little wilted. Oh well.

However, the next day, I was able to convince the team to go back to 3 Rue de Rosier with me. What a find! Cozy funky theatrical place with old armchairs, movie posters, and a friendly atmosphere.
John had lentils & sausage - wonderful, Ren chose linguine (how to pronounce linguine in French?) with a lemon sauce - delicate and delicious, and I had a spinach and Camembert tart - so good.

Berthillon Glacier

Conveniently, the Sainte-Chapelle, Marché aux fleurs et oiseaux, and the Notre Dame and are located on the Ile de la Cité and Ile Saint Louis, where Berthillon Glacier is. A quick buzz through the cathredrals, and on to the real business at hand, superb ice cream. The seating area, elegant and cozy, with charming waitress, a perfect afternoon activity.

The glacés were scrumptious, and I had something I'd only made from cookbooks but never had as the genuine article, Poires Belle Helene. Scrumptious vanilla ice cream and pear ice, a bit of sponge cake, poached pear, enrobed in chocolate and garnished with am almond tuile. Ah.

Tapas

Ren and James found a wonderful Tapas bar, les Piétons tapas bar, in the Marias near Les Halles and Ren wanted to go there. The first night we went, they were crammed full, so we made a reservation for the next night and asked for a recommendation for another place in the neighborhood (a strategy that worked in Copenhagen) and were referred around the corner to an odd spaghetti place, in fact called Curieux Spaghetti Bar, designed particularly to make the older folks in the group feel older, and where John had possibly the worst beer. Something called blonde or white beer. Don't have that. It is nasty.

Ren and John shared a big pot of spaghetti and meat balls, and I had excellent mushroom risotto.

The next night, Tapas! Delicious, fun, great waiter, bring us more! and more!


Ren had the last bite.

John goes to Rotary

John enjoys going to Rotary wherever he visits, and he particularly looked forward to Rotary in Paris, giving him a chance to visit with Gautier, the French Rotary exchange student. Remarkably elegant and enjoyable (and expensive) lunch.








One of these is the Rotary lunch, one is Napoleon's dining room. Can you tell which is which?

Mariage Frere

Tops on the list: Go to Mariage Frere and have tea. In the Marais, right near (surprising how small Paris really is...one can walk everywhere.) our little apartment.
Tea was delightful, served by charmingly efficient young men in white tie and tail coats. Delicious scones and preserves. I had Afternoon Tea, Ren had Birthday Party Tea, and goodness knows what they put in John's teapot.

OK, where shall we eat next?

We've been in France!
April 6, Juneau to Seattle. Lunch at Anthony's in the airport.
Foolishly I did not have the crab/mango salad with chowder like I usually do.
John had French fries, to get in the mood.
When we landed, it was snowing! Bienvenue Alaskans!
By afternoon it melted off and settled into a typical damp chilly day. Lebanese food for lunch (delicious), then aperitifs at cafe near our apartment.


Wonderful!
Dinner in our apartment, Chinese noodles from the Monoprix!

More Food Fans

Our good friend and fellow food fan Hunter arrived last night so we ate late. John designated me as airport shuttle while he prepared a delightful repast of roasted potatoes, mixed vegetables, a tossed green salad with freshly made garlicky croutons, strawberries and kiwi in kirschwasser, and just as we left the airport, he put the steak on the barbecue. We arrived in short order, and he was just contemplating whether to whack the steak into three portions or slice it neatly into thin slices. Personally, I got my portion nicely fanned out. Capped with Hedges CMS and I think Hunter was drinking something called Meantime, and we talked well past our bed time. A fine repast.