Over the years, I have been lucky enough to have eaten and drunk very well in France. Since my first visit in 1989, through the years of 1990-1991 when we lived in Paris, through frequent return visits after we were once again living in Seattle, until today, when we live full time in Orthez, some the the most memorable moments of my life have taken place seated at a table or standing at a bar somewhere in France. It occurred to me that some of these memories might be of interest to you who read this blog.
So I am inaugurating a new post category which I call “Petites Histoires”, which will relate some of my favorite memories of eating and drinking at restaurants and wine bars in France. These recollections should in no way be considered recommendations: some of these places are long gone and much lamented. If the establishment in question still exists, its likely that I havent been there for many years, so I am in no position to recommend or not.
By way of disclaimer, I would point out that these are memories, and experts tell us that a significant amount of what we remember is false. And I would note that a very intelligent and much adored man I was privileged to know was fond of saying that people prefer a good story to the absolute truth, a sentiment which I have taken to heart. Buyer beware!
Coming soon, wine bar Le Tartine, Paris