PARIS

The city of luurrrrrrrrrve. And wine. And FOOD.

So James and myself took a trip across the channel to Paris for the weekend to experience how to correctly live life and eat food as frequently and as disgustingly as we physically could. And, as I will elaborate upon later, the physical breaking point was certainly discovered…

Anyway! The first night. After grinning inanely at the presence of FREE peanuts that came with our tiny beers, we ate dried saucisson sec, cornichons, goose rillettes, confit of duck and mystery salted meat steak with wine from the Cote de Beaune on red and white checked table top. So basically it was SICKENLY perfect, on a par to the scene from The Lady and the Tramp where the dogs kiss over a string of spaghetti. However, I doubt those Disney dogs were as sozzled as we definitely were.  

The next day, after walking semi unconsciously through Notre dam, we had lunch at Derriere. Derriere is a restaurant set up as a kitch apartment, where you can have dinner in a bedroom, play Ping-Pong in the living room between starter and main course or walk through a wardrobe into a secret smoking room. And the food was amazing- I has salmon tartar with horseradish cream followed by pork leg with mixed forest mushrooms and new potatoes. AND we had an ice-cold bottle of 1998 Sancerre to top it all off. HAHAHAHAH YES we were CERTAINLY beating Paris down into the ground.

But then, well, Derriere suddenly lived up to its name. The salmon tartar that was so glorious gave me the most savage food poisoning that wrote off the third and final day. There is something almost spiritual about revisiting ALL of the food you had eaten in the past two days, perhaps it is the ultimate in food criticism; you REALLY get to think about it again and again and again in a different light. I was crying out “Kill me”, I had visions of a baseball bat swimming through the air toward my temple, ending it all. But James was reluctant to kill me. And I guess that is the sign of a good relationship.

So, no galleries were visited or landmarks seen but I could describe to you in detail the turn of a typical Parisian toilet cistern. It was a purely gastronomic experience with an unfortunate end. But hey ho, Paris is only two hours away! However, it will be a lot longer until I can revisit any uncooked fish.