Tuesday, April 1, 2014
The new restaurant.
A Parisian antique dealer and his wife have opened a new restaurant in the little market town. We wait a week in order to let the kitchen 'settle down' . 'The font', who is an adventurous eater, has razor clam followed by riz de veau. Boiled flotsam and grilled offal. Angus, who is not an adventurous eater, has foie gras and tuna. The black and silver flock wallpaper in the dining room is very busy. The same cannot be said for the staff . After a leisurely three and a half hours we leave. A man in a flat cap bids us an effusive farewell. We're not sure if he's the chef or a slightly inebriated diner.
Bob and Sophie are in fine form. Lives conducted at high speed. They seem to know the words ' treat, lunch, breakfast, dinner, croissants, and chews ' in every language under the sun. No, or No !!! , as it's more frequently used, is the one word that completely flumoxes them.