Sunday, September 25, 2011
baba au rhum is bar none. This really doesn't capture the depth of the rum at the bottom of the bowl, so let me tell you that there was plenty. After a lengthy pour (I think we were sitting there with our mouths open when he finally stopped pouring), the waiter told us that if we wanted more rum just to ask for it! This is definitely a dessert to be shared.
The rehearsal dinner was exceptional, held at the bride's godfather's house, overlooking some of his 60 acres of vineyards. This is not his main house but the cottage, which was just perfect in its elegant rusticity (and came complete with kitty tenant). And the view! It was like a silent guest, the one you rushed to see first and couldn't stop talking about the rest of the night.
As if all that wasn't lovely enough, then the food came... a lobster boil!
It was a dream, bibbing up and eating the most indulgent of crustaceans in the glowing light of a fading Napa day. I kept asking myself, how lucky am I to be a part of this? Pretty lucky, indeed.
And then the wedding. It was a small ceremony, held right in the vineyards. (We snuck a grape or two during...) The groom was dashing, the bride was beautiful, and their orange and green colors were a perfect manifestation of their effervescent personalities. Again, I felt lucky to be there.
Though it's been years, I do miss SF bunches. It really is a singular place.
Today there is absolutely nothing to do. The weather is wonderful (l'ete indien), we have cleaned the apartment, and later we are going to watch The Maltese Falcon and eat spirulina pasta. Not a bad way to unwind.
Anyway, let the posting begin!
Saturday, September 10, 2011
During fashion week, the city is different. The "hip" spots that you read about in the NYT or on the fashion/travel blogs are mobbed. It's so rote, so boring. Why don't these people evolve and find new places? If they are the Paris habitués they put on to be, why are they always at the same ol' boring La Perle or Le Progres??
(Disclaimer, I like both of these places, too... just not during fashion week.)
It makes my skin crawl just walking by these crowded terraces during FW, what with all of the peacocking and loud-talking and senses of entitlement. It makes me crabby that I have to wait for an hour to get a seat at Nanashi when all of these people have descended. And I won't even go near Bob's! I went there during FW last time and there was enough kissy-face-ing to almost make me lose my appetite.
I guess what gets me is the way these people (and maybe I am projecting here) go around like they "own the place." There's just so much... fronting.
I mean, I appreciate good people watching as much as the next guy--and some of these people do bring the good styles--but I'm more inspired by the outfits the older Parisian ladies pull together or by the kids who work at that crazy shop on Bretagne with the tv's and the rats, who are probably also pissed that their haunts are full-up right now.
I guess what I'm saying is that Paris is stylish enough without all of the fashion out-of-towners. Is this another post about authenticity? Perhaps.
Well anyway, I'm off to SF to sit this one out.
Au revoir, you snazzies.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
one of my favorites here in Paris...
the ambiance, the fresh flavors, the bright colors, the desserts...
these are bentos like no other.
My heart leaps a little each morning when I turn onto Rue du Forez and smell the goodness that is and see the work that begets the Nanashi desserts.
The matcha cheesecake.... oh, the matcha cheesecake...