Baby It’s Cold Outside

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Last week week in Paris, I walked along Citroen Quai de Grenelle, Rue Saint Charles, Grenelle Boulevard, Rues Lecourbe, St. Germaine, Du Four and Quay D’Orsay for hours. The bitter winter chill brought shivers to my bones and toes. My fingers ached and fiercely jumping up and down did little to bring the blood flow back to my extremities.

Finally I gave in and jumped a Metro, where I jumped off at La Motte Picquet’s Grenelle station. Bouquet de Grenelle Café was across the street, where I met a friend of a friend for coffee the day before.

I returned because they had fresh water oysters on-site for roughly a Euro a piece. Happily, I ordered a dozen and a quarter carafe each of the Gamay de Touraine Aoc and the Bordeaux Rouge Chateau Aoc Gantonet. They were both fabulous, yet the wine was far too chilled, as was the case on Air France en route.

I tryed to order something healthy but the waiter was not all that helpful……aside from a dozen oysters, I had the choice of jambon, les oeufs et fromage or jambon, les oeufs et fromage. (ham, eggs and cheese). In nearly every restaurant, this was my choice with an occasional fish and chicken entrée or a simple savory crepe –ham, eggs and cheese—although nearly wherever crepes were offered, sweet options were offered as well. (chocolate, sugar, grand marnier, etc).

Imagine not eating cheese on a trip to Europe? For those who are lactose intolerant, I wondered how they eat at all. I quietly smiled at the menu, as I grabbed Pierre and ordered a Croque Madame (welsh rarebit with egg).

There was also Croque Provencal (welsh rarebit with fried egg and tomato), Alsacien (welsh rabbit, sausage, ham and sausage), Auvergnat Madame (welsh rarebit, egg, ham and cheese), Assiette Anglais (cold meat with potatoes in oil), the list went on and on.

Pierre started to bob around like an out-of-place penguin. All the waiters were wearing black vests, white shirts and one tail, although it was a fairly casual café on the corner of Boulevard Grenelle. Between watching Pierre and the rosy cheeks of the people outside passing by my window, all I could think of was how cold it was outside. Baby its cold outside, I really don’t mind……….baby, it’s cold ouuuutsideee. And then the oysters and wine arrived and the warmth immediately returned.

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