This was a highly rated restaurant that your father found. It didn't disappoint.
Ahhh, the butter. Which you've already seen and read about.
Part of the meal--pork pate with foie gras--which I cannot tolerate and will not eat and have never eaten since my first bite many years ago in a restaurant with Aunt Loraine. I think I embarrassed her when I promptly spit it out.
Tony's appetizer: crab meat with artichoke hearts, lemon curry.
Fresh and cooked vegetables on a crispy thin tart with tiny pieces of flavorful ham. I'd never thought of pairing cooked and raw vegetables together but it was a hit. The tomato was a surprise because it looked fresh but it was warm.
The main plate. Tony had duck breast with a sweet red pepper sauce and small potatoes.
I ordered the scorpion fish with saffron something and chanterelles and lemony beet greens. Delicious.
Dad's chocolate tarte with sorbet.
My rice pudding with caramel sauce--unbelievably creamy.
And the chocolate tart was all warm and gooey inside. Incredible. I saw the hair on the back of Tony's neck stand up when I would reach across the table with my spoon in hand.
The meal was over and what did they bring us? Madelines, which always make me think of Marcel Proust.
And we ate the meal while watching the rain on a Paris afternoon.
The meal started at 1:30 in the afternoon and probably ended an hour and a half later. I couldn't eat one more thing for the rest of the day. Dad had a crepe on the way home from the organ concert at Notre Dame and informed me that he still had several different crepes to try. I thought he'd about covered it so when I asked him which ones, he recited the list of the several crepes he hadn't yet tried.












































