My Sunday Night Dinner, or Why the Culinary Arts are my Favourite Kind of Art
I'm wandering the streets of Paris in search of a meal. I pass by many a restaurant, browse the menu and press on. Nothing I see seems to entice my hunger. As I walk around, I see so many cafe's full of people eating and drinking, but the sounds you hear are not the melodic French, but that of brutish Americans. Eventually I see a little restaurant, a brief perusal of the menu suggests it could be worth it.
I step inside, and see what seems to be the blond owner of the restaurant. She invites me to sit where I wish. After sitting, immediately I decide to go for a bottle of San Pellegrino and some wine. While it is only the house red, that's not necessarily a bad thing in Paris. After making my order, I sit and sip some wine. It's suprisingly hot, a thin layer of sweat covers my body. I've learned to just deal with it.
The entree arrives first, foie gras with toast. I spread a generous layer upon the toast, and take a bite. The foie gras has such a delicate flavour, it tastes creamy and begins to melt the moment it hits your tongue. The texture is superb, it is silky smooth. I try it with some tomatoes and cilantro, it is an interesting combination.
While sitting, enjoying the heat, I see dinner arrive. Duck confit, on a bed of lettuce with fries. It should be noted that fries are very different here. Instead of the rectangular blocks as in North America, it is slices of potatoes gently tossed in olive oil and quickly fried to a golden brown. Covered in salt, cilantro and oregano, it is quite a delicious experience. The duck itself is falling off the bone. It's hard to pick it up with your fork because it is so utterly tender. The taste is distinct, but never offensive. The skin, which I don't usually eat, must be eaten with the dark meat, it provides excellent balance.
Finally, a crepe is served. Smeared with chocolate sauce and sliced almonds, it looks very enticing. The slight spongy-ness of the crepe goes well with the slightly warm chocolate and crunch of the almonds. It's a delicious dessert, and when folded with the whipped creme it makes a nice conclusion to the meal. I order a glass of cognac and sip it. The cognac shocks your senses out of the dream like state you've been living in, and suddenly you don't feel as full anymore.
It is time to walk home, I pay and enter the cool night breeze.
I'm wandering the streets of Paris in search of a meal. I pass by many a restaurant, browse the menu and press on. Nothing I see seems to entice my hunger. As I walk around, I see so many cafe's full of people eating and drinking, but the sounds you hear are not the melodic French, but that of brutish Americans. Eventually I see a little restaurant, a brief perusal of the menu suggests it could be worth it.
I step inside, and see what seems to be the blond owner of the restaurant. She invites me to sit where I wish. After sitting, immediately I decide to go for a bottle of San Pellegrino and some wine. While it is only the house red, that's not necessarily a bad thing in Paris. After making my order, I sit and sip some wine. It's suprisingly hot, a thin layer of sweat covers my body. I've learned to just deal with it.
The entree arrives first, foie gras with toast. I spread a generous layer upon the toast, and take a bite. The foie gras has such a delicate flavour, it tastes creamy and begins to melt the moment it hits your tongue. The texture is superb, it is silky smooth. I try it with some tomatoes and cilantro, it is an interesting combination.
While sitting, enjoying the heat, I see dinner arrive. Duck confit, on a bed of lettuce with fries. It should be noted that fries are very different here. Instead of the rectangular blocks as in North America, it is slices of potatoes gently tossed in olive oil and quickly fried to a golden brown. Covered in salt, cilantro and oregano, it is quite a delicious experience. The duck itself is falling off the bone. It's hard to pick it up with your fork because it is so utterly tender. The taste is distinct, but never offensive. The skin, which I don't usually eat, must be eaten with the dark meat, it provides excellent balance.
Finally, a crepe is served. Smeared with chocolate sauce and sliced almonds, it looks very enticing. The slight spongy-ness of the crepe goes well with the slightly warm chocolate and crunch of the almonds. It's a delicious dessert, and when folded with the whipped creme it makes a nice conclusion to the meal. I order a glass of cognac and sip it. The cognac shocks your senses out of the dream like state you've been living in, and suddenly you don't feel as full anymore.
It is time to walk home, I pay and enter the cool night breeze.
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