Bonjour! I haven't written over the last couple days because Dad took a long weekend and we headed of to Paris. We flew with EasyJet, so the tickets were super cheap but we could only bring a single, relatively small carry-on which meant non-essentials (like the computer) were left behind.
We got in to the city just before lunch and wandered until we found a place that looked promising. Their plat du jour was salmon tartar with a salad, with a mixed fruit plate for dessert. I'm pretty sure this was my first time having salmon tartar and it was fabulous. They'd done a twist on the traditional presentation and added diced fruit, I believe mango. Most of the people around us in the packed patio seemed to be Parisians on lunch break. Although our waiter spoke some English to us, I don't think I heard a single patron using it. One of the things I love about traveling is the background noise of everyone speaking another language.
After what was a relatively light lunch, my jeans were way too tight for comfort, and I decided that tight denim was probably not the best bet for a trip where my sole goal was to eat as much French food as I could (big surprise, I know). So we oriented ourselves in the general direction of the hotel and stopped at a few shops along the way. I picked up a pair of light linen pants, much better suited to accommodating my food baby, as well as a new dress and a pair of shoes to replace an old favorite that had bit the dust.
New dress and shoes. :)
We managed to track down the right hotel (after a bit of a detour - we stayed with Hotel Ibis, a chain, and had ended up going to the wrong location, fortunately only a 20 minute walk or so away). I wanted to make sure we went somewhere good for dinner, and the hotel had free wifi, so I popped open Foursquare and found Au Passage, a wine bar which serves traditional French food, tapas style. We showed up a couple minutes after 8, just as they were opening. We were seated at a worn leather couch with a low table and handed the very extensive wine menu. It took about twenty minutes to get the food menu because they had to print the menu of the day, by which time the place was at least half full. We ordered dried sausage, smoked egg, steak tartar and pigeon, with a cheese plate and chocolate ganache for dessert. All of these dishes sounded much better in French (let's be honest, does anything not sound better in French?) and I'm no master food blogger, so I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.
The entire meal was amazing (the pictures of the steak tartar and cheese plate aren't the best because we were a little overzealous with the eating and not so great at remembering the picture taking). I'd say that the egg and the pigeon were my favorites of the night, though. The pigeon was served rare and was unbelievably tender and flavorful. Plus, Dad had fun eating it.
One of the things I love about Paris is the complete acceptance of dogs, well, anywhere. Our dinner companion was absolutely adorable.