Good ebening. I have just been bought lunch by an Indian diplomat in exchange for

[Burney]

Fair play, C. May I ask in which country Johnny Chai-wallah was diplomatting in?

I had a lovely lunch with the young lady, and Ganpati willing, the glw and I will be going to her wedding in Delhi in Jan.

And then, back home, my mate and I have just cooked the biggest côte de boeuf I've ever had - over 2kg. With a roquefort sauce and two types of fancy mushrooms. One is called pied-de-mouton. Any idea what it's called in English? Matey's forgotten what the other won is called.

We have tons of the beef left for tomorrow, when I will munch some with the horseradish I bought out for him.

There's a restaurant I must check out before I go. Called the Mauvais Garçons, in Rue de Mauvais Garçons, the other side of Rue Rivoli from us, near where that sports pub you showed me is.

They have oeufs en meurette with foie gras as a starter, and some boudin noirs with deux pommes as a main. Fancy giving it a go. The oeufs en meurette with foie gras I made the glw when I came back from here 2-3 years ago was lush.

And as we were '90s raver bad boys de Paris, it really would be rather fun.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AKNGgSmhoY

It's strange. I can't stand American gansta rap, but quite like it in French. I guess that's just my racism.

Bon swa, as they say in Haïti. Or good ebening in evil Wenger-killer speak.

In English, it's called...wait for it...Pied-de-Mouton.

[WES]

In English, it's called...wait for it...Pied-de-Mouton.

I have only just returned from Lille yesterday with a car boot filled with wine, cheese and other such things procured en France.

Now, one such thing was a rotie poulet from a local market with potatoes cooked in the fat dripping from the chickens, with some green beans. It sat resting for about 4-5 hours as we made our way home and upon arriving at maison WES we consumed it ravenously.

I must say it was stunning, better than anything we ate in Lille despite the fact that everything we ate in Lille was at least good, some of it very good. Now does my memory fail me or in the past have you not questioned how good roast chicken can actually be?

GG - I had tartare here:

http://www.le-square-d-aramis.com/ac...html#Contenu-1

They had only an Italian or a Thai option which disappointed me. But it must be said that the Thai was quite stunning.

[Burney]

I have only just returned from Lille yesterday with a car boot filled with wine, cheese and other such things procured en France.

Now, one such thing was a rotie poulet from a local market with potatoes cooked in the fat dripping from the chickens, with some green beans. It sat resting for about 4-5 hours as we made our way home and upon arriving at maison WES we consumed it ravenously.

I must say it was stunning, better than anything we ate in Lille despite the fact that everything we ate in Lille was at least good, some of it very good. Now does my memory fail me or in the past have you not questioned how good roast chicken can actually be?

GG - I had tartare here:

http://www.le-square-d-aramis.com/ac...html#Contenu-1

They had only an Italian or a Thai option which disappointed me. But it must be said that the Thai was quite stunning.

I've always loved those poulets rôtis and the spuds. They are among the few things on earth that taste as good as they smell.

Sometimes, if you're good, they'll throw in a few andouilles (much less offensive than andouillettes due to being more minced up and less fecal in aroma).

[WES]

I've always loved those poulets rôtis and the spuds. They are among the few things on earth that taste as good as they smell.

Sometimes, if you're good, they'll throw in a few andouilles (much less offensive than andouillettes due to being more minced up and less fecal in aroma).

Oh yes, and the bloke spooned loads of the cooking juices all over. My roast chickens are never as good, nor are any spit roasted chickens I've ever had from anywhere else. The Frenchies really have perfected that dish. If I ever do get to live in France that is every Sunday dinner sorted while I'm there. Baguette and cheese from the local market for afters.

[Ganpati's Goonerz--AFC's Aboriginal Fertility Cult]

I have only just returned from Lille yesterday with a car boot filled with wine, cheese and other such things procured en France.

Now, one such thing was a rotie poulet from a local market with potatoes cooked in the fat dripping from the chickens, with some green beans. It sat resting for about 4-5 hours as we made our way home and upon arriving at maison WES we consumed it ravenously.

I must say it was stunning, better than anything we ate in Lille despite the fact that everything we ate in Lille was at least good, some of it very good. Now does my memory fail me or in the past have you not questioned how good roast chicken can actually be?

GG - I had tartare here:

http://www.le-square-d-aramis.com/ac...html#Contenu-1

They had only an Italian or a Thai option which disappointed me. But it must be said that the Thai was quite stunning.

Was it nice?

Oh, and those spuds under rotisseries always taste lush.

[WES]

Was it nice?

Oh, and those spuds under rotisseries always taste lush.

Quite wonderful. I asked for a traditional tartare and they said no however it must be said that the Thai version was exceptional. Soya sauce, lemon grass, sesame oil, spring onion and chilli. Superb. I did miss getting to mix it all myself though.

I found an exceptional bar for cocktails that also had an 8.5% French beer on tap. Lovely. But the culinary highlight of the trip was the cremerie place in the old city. I spent 50 Euros on cheese and at first tasting it was all worth it.

Their morbier, lord what I would give to have morbier like that in Surrey. And two goats cheeses that clear your nostrils, the wife and children won't go near them.

[Ganpati's Goonerz--AFC's Aboriginal Fertility Cult]

Quite wonderful. I asked for a traditional tartare and they said no however it must be said that the Thai version was exceptional. Soya sauce, lemon grass, sesame oil, spring onion and chilli. Superb. I did miss getting to mix it all myself though.

I found an exceptional bar for cocktails that also had an 8.5% French beer on tap. Lovely. But the culinary highlight of the trip was the cremerie place in the old city. I spent 50 Euros on cheese and at first tasting it was all worth it.

Their morbier, lord what I would give to have morbier like that in Surrey. And two goats cheeses that clear your nostrils, the wife and children won't go near them.

Sounds utterly divine. I'd never thought of Thai tartare before. Didn't even know that they munched cows in Thailand. I assumed that being Vedics they wouldn't want to offend any passing Hindsus.

I love goats cheeses. Do you know what they're called?