
We started the evening at a cafe, sampling a beer-based concoction that was very similar to what we had in Berlin a few days ago. This version, however, was much sweeter and I didn't even finish mine.
Then we headed around the corner to a small restaurant that Charlotte York's husband had read about - only it was a different restaurant under a completely different name. As we ordered our food, the waiter stopped me as I ordered my starter and wanted to be sure it was something I'd eat. He said it was a very "strange" dish and that I probably wouldn't like it. Being a fairly adventurous eater, I stuck to my guns and said I'd like to try it. He then rushed over to the kitchen and brought back a little dish of it - some very gristly meat in a mayonnaise-based sauce. It wasn't great, but I wasn't entirely repulsed by it. So, I ordered it anyway. The waiter also told us the wine we ordered wasn't very good, so he recommended another one that turned out to be quite nice. I guess you can't criticize him for being dishonest!
Instead of polishing off our meal with dessert at the restaurant, we headed to another brasserie for a nightcap and some sweets. Puppy inhaled a chocolate mousse, Charlotte York had a lovely belle helene and I enjoyed some tried-and-true profiteroles.
It's been quite a few months since we've all gotten together, so it was very nice to catch up. And now that Puppy and I don't live in San Francisco, these chances to get together really are few and far between. Luckily, we'll always have Paris!
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