When I was young, no sooner would my mother would pull out the pâté (pah-tay) and I’d run screaming “no liver, no liver” from the room. Thankfully I grew out of that phase, and am not only not running away but blissfully consuming it whenever possible. A friend in town from cooking school wanted to dine at a true French bistro so off we went to La Beurre Noisette in the 15th. You’d be hard pressed to find an American in there though the wait staff delighted in practicing their English on us and the menu is traditional French bistro fare. Check. Appetizers of Terrine de Canard, Foie Gras. Check, check. Click here to read more...
Hi! Great Blog--found it through David L's. Keep trying to send you an email but for some reason I keep getting bounced back. I have some questions for you. I, too, am living in Paris, working as a stage (a.k.a. kitchen bitch) in the 7th. But I have some questions about eats and food shopping in Paris I hope you can help me with...Totally presumptous, but maybe??
Thanks a million and keep up the good work.
Cheers, MB
Posted by: Meredith | Monday, 05 December 2005 at 03:49 AM