6 January 2024

15,100 steps today. We decided to explore the western right bank arrondissement today, that’s basically the glitzy 16th. A tour of the Musee du Vin was quite interesting and two tasting glasses of Clos des ORS Grenache from Languedoc / Roussillon were excellent. A walk to the Trocadero and across the river to the 15th Arr. And ever eastwards around the tower and Aussie Embassy to the 7th Arr. And we are in need of food and wine.

Luckily, the Au Pied Fouret Restaurant still exists. We have been there before on previous trips. Lady P’s third visit now. At 1.45pm it’s packed to the very tight and low rafters. In fact, people on the street even. Flashy doesn’t think it will pass a fire inspection!

However, on arrival we are given a small glass of white wine of dubious heritage with a couple drops of probably blackberry nip to make it look like rose. It’s free and says to those great unwashed shoulder to shoulder with us at the bar, “these people are blessed and will get a table, you wont.”  We did. Upstairs at almost the same table as last time (2019). I don’t think the menu has changed. I mean both what’s written on it and the actual laminated page.

For 49€, ‘cash monsieur, the tap is not working!!’ It was excellent. Farmhouse pate and baguette, confit duck and a goat’s cheese salad. A little explanation here. The pate was 12mm thick and the size of your palm – a terrine really. I thought it a tad rich but there was none left. The goat’s cheese salad came sans salade. Just a little round of cheese. Luckily it was delicious. The Confit de Canard was a simply presented, crispy skin confit of duck and potato mashed with 75 million kg of butter. No parsley. No flowers. No sauce. Just delicious duck. Also half a litre of vin rouge.

Not content to let him savour another wine, Lady P leads off after lunch to Bon Marche where we look unsuccessfully for a knife to add to the picnic set. No go. It can wait. Amsterdam maybe.

Metro home with the plan to head out for happy hour drinks just down the road and maybe a light dinner. This, we hope will see us up until past 9.00pm, as previous nights we crash early for some reason.
















































Comments

  1. Graeme6 January 2024 at 20:53

    Is it possible that your white wine and blackberry nip was a Kir (white wine and cassis)?

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  2. Lady Penelope7 January 2024 at 00:14

    Quite possibly. Flashy was remembering the good old days.

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