Celeste, the Cassoulet at Flaming Torch has improved rather a lot. Frank and I tied into dinner there after an earlier event that surprisingly yielded only sparse Hors d'Oeuvres.
We shared the Duck Rillettes and then we each tucked into a fair sized portion of the beany creation. The duck confit quarter was topped with a flavorsome gratin and the beans have a gread deal more saucy-ness
then the first two occasions that I tried them. They're considerably more like Paris now than they were on my earlier visits. The beans are still a little bit too distinct (slightly undercooked), though.
Tonight I'm hitting Jamila's for the Merguez, the lamb, wine and belly dancing. I'm going with another couple, as Frank's leaving shortly to go out to the Chandelieur Islands on a fishing trip overnight with the 'boys'.