A FAMILY FRIEND who stopped off for a couple of nights in Paris on his way to Burgundy treated my wife and me to dinner last night at Chez Flottes in rue Cambon in the 1st arrondissement.
Angus (84 years young) was staying at the Hotel Cambon, which is just across the road from Chez Flottes.
We kicked off proceedings with a glass of kir de Chardonnay each. We decided to skip starters and plunged straight into the mains.
I chose pièce de boeuf de Salers avec sauce béarnaise et frites while Angus and the Frog Queen opted for the tartare de saumon cru et fumé, citron vert et coriandre; it was served with a warm salad of French beans, red onions, mushrooms, and red and yellow peppers. They pronounced their choice delicious; my steak was cooked as asked, medium rare, and was tender and tasty. Satisfied customers.
I skipped dessert but my wife couldn’t resist the grande profiterole avec glace vanille et sauce chocolat. Angus had a plate of cheese from which I managed to snaffle a chunk. And he also had a nougat glacé avec un coulis de fruits rouges for his dessert.
We washed all these delights down with a carafe or so of Bourgogne Pinot Noir.
Good food, good company, good conversation, the evening sped away and soon, too soon, we were saying farewell and disappearing into the Parisian night to go back home to the banlieue.
Merci beaucoup Angus and bon voyage!