Gastro-not-so-economical, Part II
Lyon. My second oeuf en meurette, which was even better than the first. It was the starter for...
a huge piece of pork, smothered in gravy, served with mac & cheese by a different name. If I'd just come from the U.S., I might have been disappointed that this dish resembled American food, but since it's been months, it felt nice to have comfort food. The macaroni tasted just like my dad's!
Lyon. My second oeuf en meurette of the day, and the best one yet.
Paris. Prawn and pumpkin ravioli in a coconut cream sauce. Subtle, creamy, fantastic.
Paris. I was jealous of this salmon carpaccio with capers and red peppercorns that Jef ordered.
Paris. We each ordered a café gourmand, which the menu described in English as "coffee with many babies desserts." Clockwise from the coffee: tart apple sorbet, an île flottante (eggs whites floating in custard), pineapple drenched in a cream that tasted like the frosting of a tres leche cake, a baby rum cake and a baby sesame chocolate pastry.
And now I’m done bragging about the wonderful meals Jef bought me.
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