France Trip Day 1 – Bon Appétit (2010/05/10)
After 3 hours delay, I
finally arrived. Paris is surprisingly cold and
raining, sadly found out it would be my first time having Paris in rain.
For the past 24 hours, my most frequent activity is packing, travelling on car and airplane and my 2 legs, and also eating. 5 meals within 24 hours. Usually the flight meal is never considered tempting; however AirFrance does
show their proud blood in terms of food.
Finally reached my dream land. After a long haul flight, what could ever comfort me is definitely food instead of rest.
For the past 24 hours, my most frequent activity is packing, travelling on car and airplane and my 2 legs, and also eating. 5 meals within 24 hours. Usually the flight meal is never considered tempting; however Air
Finally reached my dream land. After a long haul flight, what could ever comfort me is definitely food instead of rest.
Montmatre for dinner is of
course a fabulous idea which can easily wipe off my jetlag and discomfort
of being blocked inside a small space for too long. Technology is everywhere; so
we step into a little green-door restaurant after I-Phone's suggestion. Tiny
cute rectangle space, approximately 5*3 meter square and around 24 seats inside.
It seems Monday night is not an excuse for Parisians to be quiet, even the miserable
weather can't beat the spirit for dining out. The little bistro is nearly full,
and we luckily got the last 2 seats. Lottery Meal!
Very crowded bistro,
people can easily talk to other at next table while the smell of food travels
from this table to another. I ordered St. Jacques Scallop with rice whilst my
friend had duck breast baked with cheese and mash potato. Plate is cheerfully appetizing
decorated with a good amount of salad, not just plain lettuce but with rocket,
tomato and a touch of olive oil and vinegar.
This tiny bistro does
have a strong character. Warm and down-to-earth feeling is handed; enjoying
good food with friends becomes the first option on the main course menu. My
interesting discover is that somehow it seems that French people love to talk
to each other, the conversation and laugh never even pause in this little space.
The sense of connection is quite enjoyable; even I don’t understand a single
bar of this chorus. All the notes together sound like a song, with a light
smile hiding behind. It always surprises me that how people do seize the chance
to build up communication with each other, even just a small talk with
strangers from the next table, the waitress, the people pass by on the street
and so on.
Outside is still
miserably raining and cold; however, a good meal and warm company make me
finally realize how rain can possibly taste like wine.
Moreover, French wine!
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