After work yesterday evening, I went to Kara's apartment for dinner. She cooked, I brought bread and wine, and Lorelei provided vegetables and more wine. It was a lovely five hour affair. Later today, I'm going to Lara's apartment for a Parisian brunch: juice, coffee, bread, croissants. It's sure to wonderful, too, and again, forgiving to my budget. I'm so glad to have friends to dine in with.
Catherine in town last weekend called for a splurge. I've passed by Le Descazeau countless times in the past few months, longingly peeking in, so when it came down to choosing a restaurant for a romantic roommate dinner, I knew it'd be just the spot: cozy, authentic, and local. I even managed to secure 20% off our meal by making a reservation on La Fourchette.
I'd read an article beforehand that raved about the warm ambiance, cuisine canaille (hearty cuisine), and colorful owners, two chefs who met while working at a famous restaurant in the 16th arrondissement, but I didn't realize Jérôme (one of the owner-chefs) would also be our server. He made the experience so special. And the meal! My gosh. First up, a complimentary amuse-bouche of cream, foie gras, and egg (see above). Next, Catherine and I were required to choose between entrée + plat or plat + dessert (to receive the discount) so we ordered an appetizer, two main dishes, and a dessert to share. Jérôme advised us spectacularly well with our choices. We also split a bottle of wine from Château Puy Descazeau, the vineyard in Bordeaux that gave the restaurant its name.