13, Fevrier, 2009
Tres gris aujourd 'hui et tres froid. Mais, je plan to hit the streets momentarily. Last night my landlord met me at the flat avec a carpenter that will do some renovations on the flat after I depart. How dare he, I told him to leave it just the way it is or I shall never return! The plan was to have dinner, and he wanted me to make a choice, but I observed as I was blathering on about food and how I like to dine, the more nervous he became. Finally, I asked him to please take me to his favourite eatery, within walking distance, on the Isle de Cite. As we left the building we walked by a building very close to mine that I actually stop to admire every day, it happens to be the residence of the famille Aga Khan.
We dined at a restaurant you might imagine in a British comedy, very bordel-ish, ceilings covered with red tufted silk, flamboyant service, classic cuisine. I chose the duck with orange sauce, he had the roast chicken. I did love the little fried pan-crepes - thick morsels with a lacey edging - they brought as an amuse with a kir royal served in a ruby red coup, and I did enjoy the evening experiencing the Paris that he loves.