With apologies to Ernest Hemingway... This is a clean and pleasant cafe. It is well located. The light is very good and also, now, there are the shadows of Notre Dame. Pete took a long stroll along the Seine perusing the bouquinistes (book stalls) and dreaming of living on one of the peniches (houseboats) that are docked all along the river; he then had lunch at a river-boat restaurant in the shadow of Notre Dame. He ordered a steak with Cafe de Paris sauce--a super rich, creamy butter-based sauce--and pomme frites; after the food and a couple of glasses of red wine, Pete had two cafe allonge--like espresso but more water is poured through during the brewing process--and a strawberry torte. Life was good. It would have been better if Pete had been able to stumble home to his imaginary peniche and take a nap with his imaginary belle ame.
That steak with Cafe de Paris sauce looks phenomenal. And it sounds like a great restaurant at which to enjoy it. Think you could live in Paris?
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ReplyDeletePete thinks that traveling overseas reminds him of how much of an American he is; even though he really doesn't feel like he understands the motivations of most Americans around him, he knows there is some invisible connection--maybe the buildup to Hands Across America and the Super Bowl pregame show. Pete could live in Paris for a year if he had a houseboat, a beautiful-souled lady friend, and a sheet of clean acid. Pete thinks doing acid while on the deck of his houseboat and watching the Eiffel Tower light up would be worth the inevitable quasi-middle age breakdown that would occur if he did acid again.
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