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Ah back to work. Back to the grind and insanity. I do enjoy the circus that is a corporate bookstore.
The second night in Paris we went to Le Bistrot de Breteuil. It is near the Eiffel Tower and Les Invalides and personifies the classic ideal of elegance yet it is a relaxed sort of elegance. The place is filled with a pinkish warm hue and the servers are chic in black and are deeply efficient. When making my way to the bathroom I noticed a lively group of people having dinner and beside one of the diners was a rather happy looking retriever. Sure people may have been wearing Chanel or carrying Longchamps bags but they kept their dogs nearby and laughed loudly.
This is a restaurant that isn't worth approaching unless you have reservations. It isn't so awful that you have to make reservations years in advance (because you can call that day and get a good spot) but it is obviously very popular and in the tradition of French dining there is no push for turnover so someone might have a table all evening if they wish. We arrived a little early so we went and sat on a bench on the green and watched Mr. Jenner fidget a bit. I thought he was a bit cold. He said he felt like we were on a first date. I remember thinking that was kind of funny. (All of these obvious signs that he was going to propose and I didn't put two and two together. My Mother always said I was oblivious) When it was time to go to dinner we walked over and a very suave sophisticated gentleman took us to our table. We were then greeted by an equally smart-looking woman who brought us a Kir royale and a small bowl of cured olives. We immediately took to the Kir Royale as we looked through the menu. There is nothing but a prix fixe to choose from and for 29 Euros you have three courses, half a bottle of house wine per person, kir, and coffee which is an astounding deal considering how much they put before you. It is one of those amazing instances of equal quality and quantity. We were definitely enjoying this experience. Mr. Jenner again seeming a bit nervous suggested we order champagne. I don't take much notice because I am looking through the menu. Mr. Jenner chose the Escargot in garlic butter (something he is growing quite fond of) and I had the duck fois gras. I admit I ate so much fois gras I could have supported a single farm. Mr. Jenner said the snails were amazing and didn't have such a snailish taste that he had come to know when eating escargot in Seattle. He loved how each of the snails in the escargot platter bubbled in the butter but when he removed them the bubbling would end. The snails had a similar texture to perfectly cooked calamari. Not chewy but delicate and tasting so sexy. Oh the butter and garlic could seduce anyone. Atleast me. But I am easy.
I dove into the fois gras with my usual glee. Yes I made my usual moaning noises and all was well in my world. I felt that was the pinnacle of joy. Fois Gras in Paris with Mr. Jenner. Please pass more champagne. Oh how little I knew of joy.
They whisked away our first course and we busied ourselves with the bread and being very giddy because champagne does that to any person. We laughed and talked and enjoyed the moment.
That night we chose the same thing for dinner...again.
It looked so perfect.
A beautifully cooked Rump Steak with a Bearnaise sauce in a small dish along with hot perfectly salted french fries. The steak was such perfection. Oh I will always recall fondly those first few bites. The juice! I may need a moment to think about that. I would spread Bearnaise sauce on the meat and took a bite. I would deeply sigh with satisfaction.
If you can't have hot sex, have hot steak.
Yes we had more champagne. Things became more giddy, the restaurant filled with more people and things began to hum more loudly. The lights and the decor seemed pinker redder and cozier. It was so lovely and cheerful.
Dessert! Yes we did not stop. We were full but we were compelled to keep eating. It was so inviting. I chose the Creme Brulee. I had no choice. I have been searching for great Creme Brulee's my entire life. Most don't quite have it. Yet I think I finally found it. It was sweet, the crust on top wasn't too thick and had that perfect flavor that reminds me of toasted marshmallows. Mr. Jenner chose the profiteroles which were rather large. The very chic server poured warm chocolate sauce all of them. It seemed just a tad obscene considering how liberal she was with the pouring. Have some more!
We made our way through a good portion of dessert. We nearly finished the champagne. Yes this was one of those sexual meals I encourage people to have atleast once in their life. Mr. Jenner began to fidget some more. Thus began his rambling speech about how much he has enjoyed our near two years together. How I am the most lovely girl in the world and so terrific and how wonderful I am. (Champagne is such a wonderful thing) and he kept fidgeting some more. I began to giggle....a lot. I really couldn't look at him. Especially when he got up and then went down on one knee. I laughed so much. People began to look not because he was down on one knee but because I could not stop laughing. I had tears coming down because I couldn't stop giggling. Mr. Jenner kindly asked me, "Gennie will you marry me?" Oh he does know how to end a meal. I leaned in and kissed him and said, "Oh Why not."
I really had to keep from passing out from lack of air. I still couldn't quite look at him and I completely lost my appetite. I never did finish my Creme Brulee.
I then looked at him and said, "You horrible liar!" He giggled and said, "What?" I pointed out to him that he said on a few occasions that proposing in a place like a restaurant seemed like a bad idea and he would never do that.
Champagne kind of changes things.
I promise on Saturday I will have pictures of the mysterious ring.
Le Bistrot de Breteuil
3 Place de Breteuil
ph# 01-45-67-07-27
M:Séjour, Sevres-Lecourbe
The second night in Paris we went to Le Bistrot de Breteuil. It is near the Eiffel Tower and Les Invalides and personifies the classic ideal of elegance yet it is a relaxed sort of elegance. The place is filled with a pinkish warm hue and the servers are chic in black and are deeply efficient. When making my way to the bathroom I noticed a lively group of people having dinner and beside one of the diners was a rather happy looking retriever. Sure people may have been wearing Chanel or carrying Longchamps bags but they kept their dogs nearby and laughed loudly.
This is a restaurant that isn't worth approaching unless you have reservations. It isn't so awful that you have to make reservations years in advance (because you can call that day and get a good spot) but it is obviously very popular and in the tradition of French dining there is no push for turnover so someone might have a table all evening if they wish. We arrived a little early so we went and sat on a bench on the green and watched Mr. Jenner fidget a bit. I thought he was a bit cold. He said he felt like we were on a first date. I remember thinking that was kind of funny. (All of these obvious signs that he was going to propose and I didn't put two and two together. My Mother always said I was oblivious) When it was time to go to dinner we walked over and a very suave sophisticated gentleman took us to our table. We were then greeted by an equally smart-looking woman who brought us a Kir royale and a small bowl of cured olives. We immediately took to the Kir Royale as we looked through the menu. There is nothing but a prix fixe to choose from and for 29 Euros you have three courses, half a bottle of house wine per person, kir, and coffee which is an astounding deal considering how much they put before you. It is one of those amazing instances of equal quality and quantity. We were definitely enjoying this experience. Mr. Jenner again seeming a bit nervous suggested we order champagne. I don't take much notice because I am looking through the menu. Mr. Jenner chose the Escargot in garlic butter (something he is growing quite fond of) and I had the duck fois gras. I admit I ate so much fois gras I could have supported a single farm. Mr. Jenner said the snails were amazing and didn't have such a snailish taste that he had come to know when eating escargot in Seattle. He loved how each of the snails in the escargot platter bubbled in the butter but when he removed them the bubbling would end. The snails had a similar texture to perfectly cooked calamari. Not chewy but delicate and tasting so sexy. Oh the butter and garlic could seduce anyone. Atleast me. But I am easy.
I dove into the fois gras with my usual glee. Yes I made my usual moaning noises and all was well in my world. I felt that was the pinnacle of joy. Fois Gras in Paris with Mr. Jenner. Please pass more champagne. Oh how little I knew of joy.
They whisked away our first course and we busied ourselves with the bread and being very giddy because champagne does that to any person. We laughed and talked and enjoyed the moment.
That night we chose the same thing for dinner...again.
It looked so perfect.
A beautifully cooked Rump Steak with a Bearnaise sauce in a small dish along with hot perfectly salted french fries. The steak was such perfection. Oh I will always recall fondly those first few bites. The juice! I may need a moment to think about that. I would spread Bearnaise sauce on the meat and took a bite. I would deeply sigh with satisfaction.
If you can't have hot sex, have hot steak.
Yes we had more champagne. Things became more giddy, the restaurant filled with more people and things began to hum more loudly. The lights and the decor seemed pinker redder and cozier. It was so lovely and cheerful.
Dessert! Yes we did not stop. We were full but we were compelled to keep eating. It was so inviting. I chose the Creme Brulee. I had no choice. I have been searching for great Creme Brulee's my entire life. Most don't quite have it. Yet I think I finally found it. It was sweet, the crust on top wasn't too thick and had that perfect flavor that reminds me of toasted marshmallows. Mr. Jenner chose the profiteroles which were rather large. The very chic server poured warm chocolate sauce all of them. It seemed just a tad obscene considering how liberal she was with the pouring. Have some more!
We made our way through a good portion of dessert. We nearly finished the champagne. Yes this was one of those sexual meals I encourage people to have atleast once in their life. Mr. Jenner began to fidget some more. Thus began his rambling speech about how much he has enjoyed our near two years together. How I am the most lovely girl in the world and so terrific and how wonderful I am. (Champagne is such a wonderful thing) and he kept fidgeting some more. I began to giggle....a lot. I really couldn't look at him. Especially when he got up and then went down on one knee. I laughed so much. People began to look not because he was down on one knee but because I could not stop laughing. I had tears coming down because I couldn't stop giggling. Mr. Jenner kindly asked me, "Gennie will you marry me?" Oh he does know how to end a meal. I leaned in and kissed him and said, "Oh Why not."
I really had to keep from passing out from lack of air. I still couldn't quite look at him and I completely lost my appetite. I never did finish my Creme Brulee.
I then looked at him and said, "You horrible liar!" He giggled and said, "What?" I pointed out to him that he said on a few occasions that proposing in a place like a restaurant seemed like a bad idea and he would never do that.
Champagne kind of changes things.
I promise on Saturday I will have pictures of the mysterious ring.
Le Bistrot de Breteuil
3 Place de Breteuil
ph# 01-45-67-07-27
M:Séjour, Sevres-Lecourbe
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I also love their snails.
Good call, nice story. I'm glad you found this little jewel of a restaurant.
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I think this turned out to be one of our favorite places. I kind of picked it on a whim when he said, "look for something a bit posh but fun."
Their snails were too delicious.
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There is one other place in Paris that almost matched it when it comes to price/value.
I wish I had more time or there were more meals in the day. Because I only got to a small fraction of the restaurants I wanted to try.
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You would have been very drunk.
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Let's just see if I can get married first.