I want to taste every flavor, quickly devouring every last colorful crumb. I may be left feeling slightly sick, but still want more when the box is empty.
Heather from Lost in Arles asked to hear about our Paris eats. What can I say--we ate everything. And I'm barely exaggerating. At home, I'm a bit of a carbophobe. But in Paris every morning started with a croissant. Or four. Dessert both at lunch and at dinner? Mais bien sur. And wine? Oui. Let's start with rosé at noon and carry on through that glass of Cognac around midnight.
Quantities aside, we kept things fairly simple -- no formal starched dining rooms or Michelin stars. Instead, a mix of old favorites and a few new discoveries, most withing walking distance from our hotel on the Place St. Sulpice. No need for Haute Cuisine -- what I love most about eating in Paris is that the food tastes like, well, food. The tiny baby strawberries on a bit of frisée salad accompanying duck confit and turnip purée at old standby Fish on the Rue de Seine were a revelation. They couldn't possibly be related to the giant green and red berries packed in plastic bubbles and available year-round in grocery stores at home.
And the asparagus. Just in season and on the fresh sheet at nearly every place we dined, from the always good and welcoming Au Bon Accueil to the worth-the-wait L'atelier Joel Robuchon, which completely lived up to the hype. We returned twice to a favorite from our honeymoon, Le Comptoir du Relais because they they make the best salade Niçoise ever.
And I can't thank my dear friend Liane and Elizabeth from Pretty Pink Tulips enough for pointing us in the direction of La Cigale Récamier. Cheese soufflé? Please! But it's the salted caramel soufflé I'll never stop dreaming of.
What's your favorite Paris meal?