- Gateau de chevre avec jabon
- Pellegrino (water) - Pain ordinary
- St Nicolas de Bourgueil 2002 "Vignoble de la Jarnoterie" (Loire)
Entree: Emince de maquereaux vinaigrette de tomate au jus de volaille (little triangles with minced herring; vinagret had tiny perfect cubes of tomatoe & spring onion(?))
Plat: Carré de Lapin Roti avec Confit de Aubergines ++ excellent (one little roasted rabbit leg and a rack of ribs)
4 rue Bertin-Poirée 75001 (M) Chatelet
Lunch -
Pre: Salmon salad - 2 big spoons worth -mousse-like. Thought it a bit dry. Dressing on the salad greens was a well balanced lemon/mustard.
Main: Melon & Chevre salad. More greens, tomato & cucumber too. The chevre with melon combo didn't quite catch my interest.
Wine: The blanc de jour - Wanted more than a glass but less than a bottle. They don't have pichets so they open a bottle and you pay for what you drink.
Dessert: Tarte de pomme de grand mere. A flavor, subtle, that I did not figure out. Some other type of fruit I'm sure - kiwi?
Failed to ask.
Cafe in a nice little glass with assorted chocolate, cookies, cinnamon, sugars &c.
I had a seat where I could see straight into the kitchen and the one fellow in there worked sharply, cleanly, hygenically, and smoothly. It was interesting to watch. I went at 2:00 (not at the lunchtime peak) so it was pretty easy-going... maybe more a typical deranged kitchen at 12:30.
They're closed for dinner on Mondays.
Fair price, lovely decor, good service, good presentation, v.good wine, food... I'll go back and see if they do better.
Spent the last couple of days sickish. Flu-like. No posts.
It seems that here on Rue Belle Feuilles that Sunday's the day to pop over to the shop to get your spit-roasted chicken. Lines at the two places that have them can run a 1/2 hour long. Get there before 1:30 - they close early.
I prefer the shop of the right (Boucheries Fillion).
I got 2 herbed poulet for dinner (4 persons) and then over to the bakery for a couple of baguettes (Boulangeries Paul). Chicken 14€, bread 0,80€ each.
Wet the outside of the [paper] bags the chickens come in and stick them in a low-heat oven. Meanwhile, I cooked the Max Havelaar (fair trade) biological agriculture whole grain rice.
Red wine from the Catalan region of France @ Monoprix about 3,50€
No veggies as I was lazy and we ate late anyway (23:00).
Headed to Dehillerin later (Rue Coquilliere @ (M)Chatelet)
For the umpteenth time in Paris. So far, been to McDonald'd (Victor Hugo) for a coffee, muffin (unexpectedly filled with chocolatey stuff) and use of their free wifi. Going out later to do today's shopping for dinner. But since it's 1:00 I ought to do something about dejuener too. I'd like to find a little, traditional, brasserie and have steak-frite avec vino maison - as is my wont on my 1st day here.
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My first favorite thing when I moved to New York was the sound of the creek that I could hear from the windows of the apartment babbling out back of the property.
My second favorite thing about that apartment was the old-fashioned bathtub that was actually deep enough that these days they'd be selling it as a home-spa. The water came up to your shoulders.
The third favorite thing was the water pressure. That bathtub (long and deep) filled in about 4 minutes.
As an ecologically-minded type of person using that amount of water all at once felt, at times, hyper-consumptive, if not wasteful, but boy oh boy was it ever nice. I made up for it by taking the train into the city most of the time; instead of using the car.
Note: post is very much predated ; loosely related to a "later" post that I actually wrote earlier.
It is supposed to fall into a 1998 date but the new blogger wont let it. I'll try a few differnt dates and see what works. e.g 12/31/2000 (nope) - 31/12/2000. Oh, okay. That's alright then. it must be because of the day/month sequence. I'll try 1998 again.
Out to Central Café for a bit of jazz and then out for tapas - all night long; and well into the morning. Madrid can be quite a lot of fun.
So, it's off to Amsterdam! Goodbye Toronto. Welcome the next adventure.
Also a test of inserting really old posting dates
Arrive at this place June 17th, 1974 to start my illustrious career at IBM. The first day of work at IBM I reported to the Vancouver Airport, got on a plane and was sent to Toronto (and this long-stay "hotel") to learn to fix typewriters.
Which only made sense ("corporate" sense that is) since I had, at the time, already 6 years of programming experience. Therefore in the usual corporate fashion I was set on an entirely different career path for a number of years. Got back into programming professionally about 8 years later.
Lived here, in downtown Toronto, for about 4 months. In 2008, 34 years later, it looks about the same as it did in '74.
Mom was out back hanging up the wash on the clothesline; 14 years ago.
(a test; apparently 1970 is the earliest year you can post about)
