Post by framboiseetrose on Jun 16, 2008 16:33:52 GMT -5
Paris but a restaurant in San Francisco..............
All this Paris planning and some of our members flying in and out of Paris and having a good time, what to do when you’re getting greener and greener with envy?
I took Mr. Framboise to dinner the night before Father’s Day to “Rue Saint Jacques” not in Paris but in San Francisco. The chef-owner is from Perpignan and the restaurant was hopping that night. It was a full house and you can tell everyone is having a good time.
How else do we start a meal but with deux flutes de champagne to accompany les entreés – Mr. Framboise had a “salade des poulpes aux espelette” (those wonderful chile from the Basque country and Spain which imparted a wonderful flavor to the baby calamari) and I had “escargots a la Catalan” (sautéed in butter and olive oil with more espelette with some Catalonian saucisson and lightly sautéed red cherry tomatoes) – excellent!
Chatting with our young waiter, David, who was born on rue de Seine – mentioned to him the wonder chocolatier (Pierre Marcolini) and Gerard Mulot on the street where he was born. He keeps coming back to our table to exchange favorite places with us. It is a good way to practice my French before the trip.
Oh, here comes our plats - Mr. Framboise opted for the Cassoulet with the silky texture of the beans filled with chunks of poitrine fumé, a large delicate link of boudin blanc (new to me but it worked) and a nice and delicious confit the canard. I can tell he is not resenting my upcoming trip…….. Mine was good sized magret de canard roti sliced diagonally to show the just rareness of the preparation. It was served over a bed of wild rice cooked to perfection – studded with lemon zest with a slight drizzling of a sauce that just add an extra goodness to the tender slices of the duck. With this, we had a bottle of a little Bordeaux from the Listrac-Medoc area which turned out to be just perfect with the meal.
Dessert was a plateau des fromages (chrevre frais, camembert, port salut and a Roquefort) and an “Ile Flottante” drizzled with chocolat noir (served in a martini style glass) which is light as a heavenly cloud itself………….. Some café serré topped off the meal.
The walk home was not exactly rue Saint Jacques but passing in front of Grace Cathedral on top of Nob Hill is not a bad walk as far as city walks go. A block downhill and we’re as content as can be……………
The only thing I am sorry about is not having a camera to take pictures of the wonderful meal. I really have to remind myself to take a camera as I've learned from Laidback that having the memories of wonderful meals past add to the pleasure of it all. This old dog will have to be trained.............
All this Paris planning and some of our members flying in and out of Paris and having a good time, what to do when you’re getting greener and greener with envy?
I took Mr. Framboise to dinner the night before Father’s Day to “Rue Saint Jacques” not in Paris but in San Francisco. The chef-owner is from Perpignan and the restaurant was hopping that night. It was a full house and you can tell everyone is having a good time.
How else do we start a meal but with deux flutes de champagne to accompany les entreés – Mr. Framboise had a “salade des poulpes aux espelette” (those wonderful chile from the Basque country and Spain which imparted a wonderful flavor to the baby calamari) and I had “escargots a la Catalan” (sautéed in butter and olive oil with more espelette with some Catalonian saucisson and lightly sautéed red cherry tomatoes) – excellent!
Chatting with our young waiter, David, who was born on rue de Seine – mentioned to him the wonder chocolatier (Pierre Marcolini) and Gerard Mulot on the street where he was born. He keeps coming back to our table to exchange favorite places with us. It is a good way to practice my French before the trip.
Oh, here comes our plats - Mr. Framboise opted for the Cassoulet with the silky texture of the beans filled with chunks of poitrine fumé, a large delicate link of boudin blanc (new to me but it worked) and a nice and delicious confit the canard. I can tell he is not resenting my upcoming trip…….. Mine was good sized magret de canard roti sliced diagonally to show the just rareness of the preparation. It was served over a bed of wild rice cooked to perfection – studded with lemon zest with a slight drizzling of a sauce that just add an extra goodness to the tender slices of the duck. With this, we had a bottle of a little Bordeaux from the Listrac-Medoc area which turned out to be just perfect with the meal.
Dessert was a plateau des fromages (chrevre frais, camembert, port salut and a Roquefort) and an “Ile Flottante” drizzled with chocolat noir (served in a martini style glass) which is light as a heavenly cloud itself………….. Some café serré topped off the meal.
The walk home was not exactly rue Saint Jacques but passing in front of Grace Cathedral on top of Nob Hill is not a bad walk as far as city walks go. A block downhill and we’re as content as can be……………
The only thing I am sorry about is not having a camera to take pictures of the wonderful meal. I really have to remind myself to take a camera as I've learned from Laidback that having the memories of wonderful meals past add to the pleasure of it all. This old dog will have to be trained.............
hahahha