Last Saturday in Paris CHM and I had lunch with friends P. and M. at the Grand Bistrot on the avenue de Breteuil. It's a restaurant we've been going to for years. Walt and I had dinner there about 20 years ago, for example, one of the times we were on vacation in France.
As a first course, I ordered a salad of green asparagus with thin slices of marinated tomato and some nice lettuce. I enjoyed it. P. had snails, and M. and CHM had a big platter of oysters. I have no pictures of those. At the Grand Bistrot, the set menu comes with half a bottle of wine per person included in the price (44€).
Then I had fish — a grilled daurade — served with spinach and diced raw tomato. That was good too. I don't eat fish all that often these days, but I like it. Daurade, also spelled dorade, is called sea bream in English. I think what I had was the fish called la daurade royale, or the gilt-head sea bream in English. One photo on Wikipedia makes it look an awful lot like what we called hogfish in North Carolina when I was growing up. Those were good eating.
For dessert, CHM and I both ordered a baba au rhum. It was served with whipped cream and the waiter brought a bottle of vanilla-flavored rum to the table for us to dribble onto the cake. The baba itself is a yeast-leavened cake.
Our friend M., whose 86th birthday we were celebrating, ordered crêpes suzette for her dessert.
The next day, Sunday, CHM and I took the train back to Blois, where Walt met us at the train station with the car. We drove over to a restaurant near the Château de Chambord for lunch. More about that later... Meanwhile, happy Bastille Day — Bon 14 juillet.