"Oui, Monsieur!"
Here I am at a quirky, old restaurant in the seventh arrondisement (I think, called Le Breteuil), with Mark, Emily, and Chantal, wondering whether the waiter really just offered to serve me his grandmother, sliced, on toast.
Posted by aalkon at January 17, 2005 9:09 AM
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stop with the close ups from paris...
Posted by: Dan at January 17, 2005 10:36 AM
I prefer my grandmothers fricasseed, but that's just me.
Posted by: Alan at January 17, 2005 3:43 PM
Paris is really the Land of Orange this season! It's like the whole city changed its color scheme to match your outfit! Ooh la la!
Posted by: Lena a l'orange at January 17, 2005 4:26 PM
If the French cooked grandmothers, you can bet it'd be good.
Posted by: Todd Fletcher at January 17, 2005 4:43 PM
Apropos, as Grams was such a saucy woman.
Posted by: Doug Mason at January 17, 2005 5:03 PM
If the French did cook grandmothers, I'd have one, au poivre.
Posted by: Amy Alkon at January 17, 2005 8:27 PM
Mmmmmm... peppery Grams!
Posted by: Doug Mason at January 17, 2005 11:28 PM
Hi Amy! I miss you! Wonderful dinner at Primitivo tonight! And lunch at Orris! Almost as good as Paris! Come home! I'll take you out to eat!
Posted by: Lena at January 18, 2005 5:22 AM
Awwww...dinner at Orris might just help me recover from the food shock upon my return.
Posted by: Amy Alkon at January 18, 2005 7:15 AM