Patrick Guilbaud took my hand warmly, as an old friend might.
He hoped that I had enjoyed my meal. “Ah, that dessert with the rosé…” he murmured, clearly reliving the pleasure of it in his own mind.
I, in return, gushed. My first time to eat at Guilbaud’s and, yes, the dessert course had been as sublime a pairing of food and wine as I have had the privilege of tasting. The rest of the meal I might add (in a clear triumph of understatement) was none too shabby either.
What you would call some very serious eats...
...and the drinks to match
My vegetable basket runneth over.
...and that's just the stuff you can see
Oh my, what big pancakes I have…
Potato Pancakes, Mère Blanc Style
Actually, I must confess that, in real life, these pancakes are actually quite small.
This, however, is not real life, but
bloggerland Wonderland, where these are giants among pancakes. Pancakes that, in true Alice-in-Wonderland style, say eat me. Well, make me first, then eat me. I, for one, am not going to argue with a giant pancake.