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Food Court Press
Monday, April 19, 2004
Just a few words about food. I've enjoyed most of it, though I've had to get used to bread with such a strong crust. Sure gives your jaw muscles a workout, doesn't it? I suppose it's good for those muscles, though, right?
This was part of breakfast one morning. I actually went into the establishment somewhat late in the morning and asked if they served breakfast, to which they replied that they did not. However, I was welcome, they said, to sample any of their various meat dishes and other delights. I explained that I was a vegetarian and the waiter obliged by offering up the vegetables shown here. I ate and enjoyed them, but had to augment the dish with some other stuff I just happened to have with me, courtesy of Erlinda.
On another occasion I stopped in a bistro and asked for a sandwich. Of course they had lots of choices. While I was waiting for it to be prepared, I was entertained by this pair of friends who were having a lively conversation just next to me, complete with arm-waving, raised eyebrows, animated expressions, and more.
My sandwich arrived and looked very tasty. I sampled it and was rewarded. It WAS tasty. Since I was famished at the time, having spent a good deal of time walking and using up fuel, I wasted no time in dispatching it to where it will never be seen again (except perhaps around my waist).
When I asked one of the guys (whose names I never got) to take a picture, the other promptly decided to become my new best friend, along with his canine companion, who showed an altogether inordinate interest in my sandwich. You'll notice that I'm holding the sandwich in my left hand, a strategic move, as you can imagine.
Then I took a self-portrait that included my new-found friend, along with my waiter, whose name--you're not going to believe this--was Oz. I asked him twice, to make sure I understood him. Yup. He's Oz.
Well, to top off the meal, I had to have a crepe. I'd seen them preparing them just outside the front window of the bistro, and I was fascinated by the process ( although I'm not so sure that the lady is using her left hand quite wisely in this shot). Anyway, the guy pours a small amount of the pancake-type mixture on the first griddle, spreads a very thin layer of it in a perfect circle using a small tool, and in just a few seconds it's ready to be scooped up and moved to the other griddle.
There it's coated with whatever topping you require, which can include chocolate, syrup, and any of a variety of other possibilities, folded in half and folded again into thirds and delivered on a plate to the customer.
I chose plain honey on mine, and it was wonderful. Bet you're licking your lips right now. Sorry, you can't have mine. You'll just have to come to Paris for yourself and have them make you one.
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The course started today, and I suppose tomorrow I'll have some pix for you of the first couple days, of my colleague Steve Borg, of the students and so on.
Meanwhile, TTYL.
This was part of breakfast one morning. I actually went into the establishment somewhat late in the morning and asked if they served breakfast, to which they replied that they did not. However, I was welcome, they said, to sample any of their various meat dishes and other delights. I explained that I was a vegetarian and the waiter obliged by offering up the vegetables shown here. I ate and enjoyed them, but had to augment the dish with some other stuff I just happened to have with me, courtesy of Erlinda.
On another occasion I stopped in a bistro and asked for a sandwich. Of course they had lots of choices. While I was waiting for it to be prepared, I was entertained by this pair of friends who were having a lively conversation just next to me, complete with arm-waving, raised eyebrows, animated expressions, and more.
My sandwich arrived and looked very tasty. I sampled it and was rewarded. It WAS tasty. Since I was famished at the time, having spent a good deal of time walking and using up fuel, I wasted no time in dispatching it to where it will never be seen again (except perhaps around my waist).
When I asked one of the guys (whose names I never got) to take a picture, the other promptly decided to become my new best friend, along with his canine companion, who showed an altogether inordinate interest in my sandwich. You'll notice that I'm holding the sandwich in my left hand, a strategic move, as you can imagine.
Then I took a self-portrait that included my new-found friend, along with my waiter, whose name--you're not going to believe this--was Oz. I asked him twice, to make sure I understood him. Yup. He's Oz.
Well, to top off the meal, I had to have a crepe. I'd seen them preparing them just outside the front window of the bistro, and I was fascinated by the process ( although I'm not so sure that the lady is using her left hand quite wisely in this shot). Anyway, the guy pours a small amount of the pancake-type mixture on the first griddle, spreads a very thin layer of it in a perfect circle using a small tool, and in just a few seconds it's ready to be scooped up and moved to the other griddle.
There it's coated with whatever topping you require, which can include chocolate, syrup, and any of a variety of other possibilities, folded in half and folded again into thirds and delivered on a plate to the customer.
I chose plain honey on mine, and it was wonderful. Bet you're licking your lips right now. Sorry, you can't have mine. You'll just have to come to Paris for yourself and have them make you one.
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The course started today, and I suppose tomorrow I'll have some pix for you of the first couple days, of my colleague Steve Borg, of the students and so on.
Meanwhile, TTYL.
