The last night we were in Paris we ate at Les Cocottes, a short walk from The Eiffel Tower. The chic dining room and meat hanging in the windows drew us in. Our glorious meal was accompanied by a bottle of Beaujolais and dark rainclouds. Our appetizers arrived as it began to drizzle. I had a crab salad which had been meticulously packed into a tiny mason jar. Shaved cucumber and homemade mayonnaise blended together well. Kate’s salad was simply mounded with bacon, and an oozing quenelle of goat cheese sat melting on top. Kate sipped her wine as I drank her in. What a babe. Later that night we got engaged. The small restaurant was filling up, people bustled in from the blustering rain. The place was full and people were waiting by the time our entrees arrived. I was immediately jealous of Kate’s scallops. They swam in a foamy and delicious smelling sauce. I was straight drooling. She gave me only one taste. Good Lord. C’etait delicieux!! My steak dish was very meat and potatoes for Paris, but was well executed and well, it was meat and potatoes. Man I wanted those fucking scallops. We laughed and talked for awhile, digesting and enjoying the wine. This was our last night in France, and we were savoring every minute. We finally ordered dessert, she the chocolate tart, and me the clafoutis. The simple dark tart sat silky on the plate, a texture that would prove to taste as good as it looked. My dessert was strewn with port soaked prunes, a pot of pancake. Totally sated and elated we paid our bill and left with smiles. I lifted an umbrella from a pot by the door on the way out. That rain was really coming down.
Was it your umbrella?
Uh, no…I was talking smack to Kate the whole night about how I was going to swipe it…then surprised the shit outta her and actually did. It’s a nicer umbrella than I would have ever bought myself and I plan to keep it.
Those scallops look sooo good.