Discovering a new taste combination is like discovering a
new world. Sometimes it is mixing the delicate with the bold or the
sweet with the savory that makes us brighten our eyes and smile. It
doesn't jar our senses, but just makes us happy to bring it to light.
Last month, my friend Nancy and I had a day of discovery in Paris. We
made our way to the BHV department store and as we wandered around the
crowded store we noticed there was a big sale going on. In Paris, sales
are state regulated and are only 2 times a year. With the economic
downfall, the government has relaxed the laws somewhat, and you'll never
know when they are to happen. Well, we were glad they were happening
that day. A loosened wallet is a loosened spirit! I found a delicate
silk scarf with a bold color and some chunky, pearl beaded jewelry.
The wallet opened and the spirit lifted :-) A white scarf
with a flow of ruffles had Nancy's name on it! We were looking forward
to more discoveries during our dinner. Reservations were at 7:30 at L'Agrume for a 5 course tasting
menu. So, wearing my happy scarf and pearl bracelets we arrived hungry
and ready for what the chef was preparing that evening. We were greeted
warmly and seated at a table by the window. A dish of olives came
quickly as we were asked if we wanted an apperitif.
For the tasting menu, there are no choices to be made. The portion size is reduced for the 35 euro, 5 course
dinner. Owner/chef Franck Marchesi-Grandi
prepares what is freshest from the market daily and co-owner Karine
Perrin cheerfully serves it. There is a counter where a small group can
watch the chef prepare the food in an open kitchen.
Next time I want to sit there. Nancy and I were at a raised
table and could still see some of the magic happening. This local
restaurant was recently written up in the New York Times, so you need
reservations to get in since it fills up quickly. Being noticed by a
large international paper can be a double edged sword. We had a loud
American next to us who detracted from our experience. Subtlety and
discretion were not her strongest attributes! Once we were settled in, a
menu with full descriptions was presented so we could anticipate what
was to come.
That day there were three fish courses and one duck course
along with two desserts. I didn't get a picture of the duck...it
miraculously disappeared before my camera! Yum!
All of the courses were artistically, but naturally
presented. The combination of flavors was inventive. Even though this
was a tasting menu with reduced size, the portions were perfect. And a
menu with 2 desserts on it is my cup of tea! The panna cotta was good,
but the star of the desserts was the Peach Compote with Basil. It was
the surprise discovery of the peach and basil pairing that dazzled us,
like a new world.
I knew I'd have to make this at home.
L'Agrume15, rue des Fossés Saint-Marcel 75005
Paris
01 43 31 86 48
Métro 5 Saint-Marcel, Métro 7 Les Gobelins
I heard a gasp behind me as I walked along
the Seine in Paris. The year was 1996. I turned around and saw my
colleague, Diana with her jaw dropped and eyes wide open. "What?" I
said. "It's Notre Dame, do you
think....do you think we can go inside?" she asked with sheer
astonishment.
Sometimes we grow used to the beauty of a face, the way the sun
catches a glint in the eye or bounces off of a child's lock of hair.
The same can happen to our surroundings as they become the norm. My
walks in Paris can regularly take me past places such as Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre and other landmarks.
Most often I am inwardly reflecting on the
presence, beauty and historical significance as I walk around the city.
I note the way the setting sun rests upon
the architecture, the water and nature and soak it in with each breath.
But this was Diana's first trip working to
Paris and this wasn't the norm. She had just come over to the
international operation and was along with the rest of us for the day.
"Of course we can go in," we all agreed. We paused and relived the
excitement of seeing and feeling the power inside this magnificent
cathedral as the sun streamed in through the rose windows.
The world seemed to be in the palm of our
hands.
Yesterday, 14 years later was Diana's last trip after 42
years as a flight attendant. We were back in Paris where it's beauty had
become the norm for Diana, but like me, she always inwardly felt the
love and appreciation of this magical city as she walked around. It
became a comfortable love as it grew from the bolt of lightning
infatuation to an experienced passion. She had chosen this City of Light
to mark the exit from her career as a flight attendant. We all wanted
to celebrate by taking her out for dinner. We went to Bistro
De La Muette, which was recommended by some of the crew. We
arrived for our 7:30 reservation to a table set up near the outside on
this beautiful evening.
Two of the flight attendants had ridden the Vélib' bicycles across the city
to the restaurant and met us there. The waiter then brought us all a Kir Royale and we made a toast to
Diana for a happy retirement.
We chose from the 38 euro prix fixte menu which included
an apperitif, 3 courses, a
bottle of wine for every 2 people and coffee.
The first course offered among other
choices, Smoked Salmon, Foie Gras
and a Tartare of Avocado with
Lobster. The main course offerings were equally as appetizing. There
were Lamb Chops with Thyme and Dauphinois
Potatoes, Southwestern Roasted Duck with a Cherry Sauce and Fresh
Tagliatelle, Steak and Frites,
dishes with organic shrimp and much more.
The desserts sounded so good that we ordered
different ones and tasted each others. The Molten Chocolate Cake with
Caramel was dressed with pretty pink spun sugar on top. The warm Apple
Tart and sorbet had swirly, festive caramelized sugar decorations.
The table next to us had Crepes Suzette with a flaming orange
sauce.
This was traditional French bistro fare at
it's best, and the restaurant was packed. I think Diana felt like the
Belle of the Ball on this last evening of her airline career, but her
feelings must have been bittersweet.
We paid the bill and made our way back to
the hotel. Five of us took the Vélib'
bicycles back for a late night ride, and 3 opted for a cab. The blur of
the Eiffel Tower sparkled in the night as we quickly went by.
We marveled at this jewel that had become
our norm.
At the end of the flight home, as she bade everyone and
her 42 year career good-bye, I gave Diana a token of remembrance.
She will always have the world in the palm
of her hand!
Bistro De La Muette
10, chaussee de la Muette
metro:
La Muette or Passy