Wednesday, December 17, 2008

The One with the “Lady Menu”.

I can’t even remember how many times I’ve been to Paris now, but each time I go I still swoon. I always wonder. “When is this gonna get old?” When will I stop getting giddy at the sight of Galeries Lafayette all lit up?

Paris Weekend November 2008-7

Paris Weekend November 2008-10

When will I stop giggling at the graffiti in the Metro?

Paris Weekend November 2008-3

Paris Weekend November 2008-5

But it never does get old, and I don’t want it to! For this reason I’ve decided that I will never live in Paris. That way, in my head it will always remain a magical place of charm, romance, and possibilities. Of course there are other reasons I will never move to Paris as well:

Paris Weekend November 2008-6

But whatever, back to the charmy stuff.

On our last weekend trip we spent all of our time shopping at the high-end boutiques. And by shopping I mean walking in all wide-eyed, and touching and drooling on stuff until they asked us to leave. I think I scared the lady at the Ferragamo boutique.

Anyway we eventually found ourselves exhausted and starving from all the window-licking and we started looking for a place to grab a bite to eat. Unfortunately, we were at Place de la Concorde and the only thing around was The Hotel Crillon. I of course insisted we should eat at their restaurant.

Now, FrenchBoy was extremely leary of dropping into the fanciest hotel in France and asking for a table sans reservation, but I guilted him into playing along by reminding him that it was Saturday and on Saturdays dammit, we have fancy lunch!

Obelisque Restaurant

So that’s what I did. I walked into the fanciest old-school restaurants in France, without a reservation, wearing jeans and sneakers, and very politely asked –in French--for a table….and got one.


Side note: This is where FrenchBoy and My sensibilities part company. He would have never strolled in there had I not forced him. I am constantly forcing him to do stuff he doesn’t want to do. Even after all these years, I still think he sees me as this crazy American girl. And if he is honest with himself, I think he would admit that this is one of the reasons why he married me.

So, we’re sitting at our table at L’Obelisque and I’m so excited because I’m thinking that my ass is firmly planted in a chair that at some previous point in time probably held the celebrity ass of Thierry Henri, Johhnny Depp, or Madonna… and I’m checking out my menu---which has no prices. I ask FrenchBoy if we should order champagne and he chuckles. It took me a second to realize that he was laughing because he thought I was making a joke. But I wasn’t making a joke at all because my “Lady Menu” didn’t have prices. Meanwhile on the other side of the table FrenchBoy has the “Messieur Menu” which DOES have the prices clearly marked, and he can see that the price of the fancy vintage champagne is 23 euros per coup. Uhm, voila.

Paris Weekend November 2008-13

I was too embarrassed to whip out my camera and take pictures of each course of our lunch, but I did take a few shots on the sly. Over-all the food and the ambiance were excellent, but the service----the service was absolutely fantastic. Fantasic I say! You see, good service is all about anticipation of a client’s needs. A good server knows what you need before you have to ask for it. I got a kick out of how often they refilled my water glass. It’s as if they magically know that in exactly 3.3 more sips, my glass would be empty and a momentary empty water glass would ruin my entire dining experience.

Anyway, I’m not sure what the name of my dessert was, but it was so incredibly creamy and delicious that I had to sit awhile and sip my coffee as I waited for it to digest before we could leave. I don’t recognize the shape, but the components were a bit like an Opera.

Paris Weekend November 2008-12

Paris Weekend November 2008-11

Anyway, don’t ever let anyone tell you that money can’t buy happiness. That’s all bullshit, because happiness = cake and money can buy fancy lunches that end with cake. And thus money does indeed buy hapiness. It's simple f*cking math people.

End of discussion.


MissB said...

I love the photo of the christmas tree, beautiful! Ah, Christmas time in Paris.

Shanster said...

Simple f*cking math. Have I told you how much I just ADORE your blog?? Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you.

This blogging every day is gonna leave me in a serious state o' withdrawl when it stops.

fetal postition, drool, blank stare, rocking back and forth, sad moans...

oh. Wait. That is me every day in my guv'ment job!

Papadesdeux said...

Et voila, I always sucked at math. And so I have reaped the rewards and the cheap wine.

Penny said...

Wow, I am really living vicariously with all these food posts! Keep it up please! Ah, I remember the days before children and going to a restaurant that didn't just serve savoyard specialities (I mean not that you can go wrong with tartiflette and fondue but its not luxury dining!).

And I wish our Galleries Lafeyette looked like that. Seriously, it may be great inside but the Annecy GL is so ugly from the outside that I rarely go there


KLS said...

Enjoyed the dining and all of the photos.

Alison said...

You have no idea how much this entire post makes me smile.

Angel said...

Girl, you are out of control with this fantastic blog! Such a guilty pleasure (no, scratch that, there is no guilt here). Bloody brilliant! Yes happiness does come from money which can get you cake. ***Nods head fervently.***

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

geotraveler said...

Great shots!. Love the christmas tree. Man, are you living the life :)

ann said...

Beautiful pictures.
That purple X-mas tree was great.

LOL...yes, you are out-of-control enjoying your life in France.

French boy seems to be texting his mom..."Help, she has bought me to the most expensive place in town. Send money, Now."

That is an idea not to live in a
place you really love.

You are a great example of living well for those of us "Sisters" who are still thriving to reach for that gold ring.


fashion survivor said...

Drool. That is all.

SDG said...

oooo Food porn! I love it. Paris looks like magic for x-mas and what a lovely meal and restaurant.