I’ll preface this little story by saying that upon leaving England today I had a roaring throat infection, I was shattered from a week of not enough sleep and I was really over the whole place. It happens like that sometimes with these shows. That said, it was a very successful mission and I was with a great group of people and we had some fun times.
The moment I arrived in Paris the grin returned to my face and I felt at home once again. Even the stinking hot bus with no air con did not bother me. I was back in Paris! My hosts were not due until at least 6.30pm so I had an hour or so to kill. And what better place to kill it than a little corner restaurant.
I sat down, my suitcase taking up one chair. The waiter kindly brought out the menu and propped it against a car parked nearby. I made my choice, some rose and the ‘platter’. The rose was as it should be – crisp and cold. The platter came out and it looked enough to feed two, and I knew I could not eat it all but I was happy just the same.
There was a little pot of something, in a mini cast iron cassoulet pot. The waiter asked me if I knew what it was, and I said yes it’s aligot – a heart-attack inducing mix of mashed potato, cheese and garlic. It’s like a thick mousse and is just divine. The platter also included a nice blue cheese, another cheese, cornichons; different cuts of meat, and bread.
As I was eating, a strange thing happened. I might have been the look of rapture on my face, but one old lady stopped by me and wished me a bon appetit. Quite a few peopel gave me admiring glances, both at me happily eating and my food. I was taking a photo of the dish and another lady walked past and asked me (with a twinkle in her eye) if I was taking her picture.
Then the guy with the car-cum-menu-stand came back and I went to collect the menu (it was a big blackboard) and he insisted I finish my meal, and in fact he sat in a nearby chair and had a drink.
Then as I was sitting enjoying the last of my wine, my host came walking down the street. We said hello, had a chat and then she took one of my bags ahead with her. I finished my wine and went home.
A big storm hit later and cooled everything down…I think it will be cooler later in the week.