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How About Some Duck…..In Your Lap

We made it back to the apartment last night and made plans to do dinner with Eric and Chrystelle. Eric gave us the option of either French or Italian. Since we had some poor Italian the last two times, we opted for French. Eric suggested a famous Art Deco designed restaurant that has been open since the 20’s. The interior was amazing but yet simple.

We didn’t have reservations so we were seated in the bar area. Eric was telling us how a corporation had bought all these restaurants that were classic deco designs and long histories. So far there are about 7 in all that the company owns. When we sat down we were greeted by an older gentleman who very friendly and brought us water and our drink pretty quick.

After about a half an hour and an attempt to ask our waiter to take our order., we find out his not our waiter but runner. Finally our waiter appeared, and proceeded to take our order. I ordered a Caesar salad and a beef medallion. What was rather odd is that the waiter never looked at any of us in the face every time he talked to us or brought something. Each time he seemed to be staring off in the distance.

Our waiter seems to get worse and worse as the evening progressed. But luckily our runner seemed to be around a lot more than the waiter. Sadly our starters seem to come and numerous issues arise. We hoped the entrée’s would prove hopeful. But alas it was not in the cards, the entrée’s were worse, especially when the waiter served Clem’s Duck Entree and almost had it land in his lap. For some reason the waiter thought it necessary to serve across the table. So we were a little over it but the company was great – we chatted more and more about Paris and asked Chrystele a plevy of more questions.

Now you can always depend on dessert, I mean can anyone mess up dessert. To my surprise, this French restaurant would make it happen. I hoped ordering a crème Brule would be a sure thing. In the middle of conversation we were served, and I dipped into the Crème and took my first bite. And how can you ruin Crème Brule……..By breaking the Crème…….meaning it was over whipped and now little bubbles have for tough air pockets. It was terrible, Clem felt bad and said well send it back, I opted to not send it back because if you fail three times the pleasure to improve should not be granted! But of coarse I am going to point it out at bill time~!!!

So we left the restaurant and to our surprise the rain has come! It was nice, but I was wearing my cashmere sweater so I was being a little baby walking along the storefronts of the Champs Elisee. Sadly this was last night we were going to see Chrystelle, her mother was coming to town tomorrow and heading off to London together for holiday. We said our goodbyes and they headed back to Chrystele’s apartment and we headed back to Eric’s place. We made it an early night.

posted by turlie @ 8:04 AM