Birthday At La Coupole
You really haven't lived until you've had the waiters march to your table, all in a line, Busby Berkeley-style, at Paris' La Coupole, to bring your cake and sing you happy birthday. The cute waiter on the end was ours. Count along with them. Un!
Deux!
Trois!
Bon anniversaire!
Hi Amy !
Dunno the exact date, but ...
Happy Birthday, Amy !
Best,
L'Amerloque
L'Amerloque at October 23, 2006 1:34 AM
Merci...but it's not actually my birthday. I did have mine at La Coupole a few years back, thanks to my friends Mark and Chantal. If Mark has a church, it's La Coupole.
The funny thing was, apparently DeNiro was right in the camera line when I took the photos (I only saw him after he walked out, when Lena and I'd moved up front to have coffee so I could sit and work on my computer). The waiters told us he was there, probably worrying that he'd be upset at being photographed. Of course, I'd never do such a thing -- I was just thrilled to be enough in-the-know to catch a few shots of garçon-a-go-go.
Amy Alkon at October 23, 2006 3:33 AM
Magnifique! Those waiters are adorable. But I almost always find French men adorable.
deja pseu at October 23, 2006 5:52 AM
Oh, how great!!! Paris must be so much fun. I've been abroad, but never to France, despite French being the only language besides English that I can do passably well in! One day, though.
Are those sparklers on the cake? Awesome.
Melissa at October 23, 2006 8:03 AM
et un et deux et trois........ça c'est paris!,quel plaisir de retrouver quelques photos de la coupole et merci pour le cut waiter..........a bientôt pour de nouvelles aventures.see you
yann,le maitre d'hotel! at October 25, 2006 1:38 PM
Merci! Une grande surprise de vous voir ici...a bientot! -Amy
PS Melissa, that was our cute waiter above...actually, the maitre d'hotel...you have to get to Paris...you'd love it. When you go, e-mail me, and I will tell you places to go...including La Coupole, a very interesting historic brasserie in Montparnasse.
A friend told me something interesting a while back -- that people in different regions in France coming into Paris came into different train stations, and for quite some time, and perhaps even now, the food of the region was found near the particular train station (as in, people came in and opened up restaurants in the neighborhood they landed in).
Amy Alkon at October 25, 2006 1:46 PM
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