Apologies for the patchy posting - I know I have a massive backlog including a tonne of Japanese goodness, but every time I start to write something, I get distracted by Ugly Betty fanfic
(yes, I did just say that out loud. Hell, I used to obsess over Chlark as penned by the esteemable Elly's Fanfiction, but the crackhounds in charge of Smallville are running that ship into the ground).
Number 1 being Eric Mabius aka Daniel Meade from Ugly Betty, number 2 being Eric Bana aka Henry DeTamble, Time Traveller, and Number 3 being Sir Michael of Patton (whaddaya mean, Mike Patton is not God?).
The next day we found ourselves tired and hungry wandering the streets of Paris.
Unfortunately, I'd forgotten that everyone else leaves Paris in August and therefore nothing is open so, after a frustrating trip to Place de la Madeleine where I stared sadly at the barred windows of Ladurée, Hédiard, Fauchon etc, we eventually found sustenance in the form of Chez Clément near Opéra metro station.
We started with six oysters for me - briny deliciousness - and crab ravioli for him - plumply full of white crab meat, with sauce so gorgeous I resorted to mopping up the dregs with lots of crusty bread.
I wanted ketchup dearly, but resisted for fear of being sneered at, and as it turned out the delicious, tangy, barbecuey sauce which came with the ribs worked fantastically well for both meat and chip-dunking.
Portions were huge and we felt really bad that we weren't able to demolish it all.
The gloriously custardy crème brûlée came in a shallow dish with a huge, crunchy caramel carapace to crack into - Amélie was so right about that little joy in life (incidentally, the day before, we'd seen Yann Tiersen perform, the formidable composer of the beautiful Amélie soundtrack).
We left happy and replete, and staggered off into the sun towards Gare du Nord.
And in other news, Oasis finally chose to split up whilst at Rock En Seine - this was my reaction:
Chez Clément (Opéra)
17 Boulevard Capucines
01 53 43 82 00