Returning to Paris after a troubling year in Utah. Age is the boxer that rises up from the canvas, no matter how hard I punch. Paris is always the best elixir. I am in the midst of lining up my dining options. Our apartment is in the 11th, on the cusp of the 12th, as we keep renting further from the center due to our increasing fear of crass tourism infestation. It may be our perception, but as costs escalate, authenticity shrinks. It’s probably old age, but our former haunts seem so commercialized.
My list includes:
Pierre Sang Signature
As nostalgia continues to envelop my being like a grape vine, I would also enjoy a classic, white table cloth experience. Many of my favorites have closed, chefs have passed, and tastes are different. What would the Chowhounders recommend for this old horse? I still dream of Philippe Renard’s truffle menu at Le Paris.
A garrulous and cantankerous rant; Why do many “patron” reviews of restaurants in Paris complain, because there are no English language menus or servers who speak English well. Don’t people understand they are in France! We travel to experience a different culture. Why do people expect their culture to shadow them as they cross seas? I can’t name one restaurant in the States that has a foreign language menu, except maybe the dining room at the United Nations. As I get older, I understand culture less and less. Maybe it’s a way to get ready.........I don’t know.
Well, any suggestions you have would be greatly appreciated. Merci and Bon Anee.
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