Delectable Paris

Delectable Paris

“Skip it!”

That was what the late Anthony Bourdain had to state concerning the Eiffel Tower.

“If you need the organic Paris experience, you need to pun intended, the tourist hordes. Endless security checks, hours spent in queues, and elbowing the right path through the masses will not make for the perfect holiday,” was his argument.

Getting probably the most out of Paris, while still managing in order to avoid the worst of the crowds is not any mean feat. In a populous city boasting probably the most sumptuous culinary heritage, my way to avoid it of the relative lines seemed clear. I took a full page from Bourdain’s book and went right to the eateries.

A gastro-tour through the town of Lights is really a tall order quite. Every street corner presented new temptations: bakeries promising delicate, colourful tarts; hot chocolate as dense as custard cream at a salon de thé; street carts turning out fresh Nutella-slathered crêpes.

My first order of business was the French bistro classic — steak frites. It’s no secret that the French like their meat rare, and even though I’m resolved to use their beef tartare never, a dish comprising of marinated ground beef topped with a raw egg-yolk, A juicy is enjoyed by me pink-centred steak. 

Order a done well in these right parts, and you will definitely elicit some disgusted glares from your own server!

At Le Relais de l’Entrecote, a 59-year old institution, we received no menu. Only 1 thing is has and served been served for many years — their signature entrecôte steaks, doused in a particular green sauce and served with thin, crispy fries. 

The meat was buttery, tender and the sauce nothing lacking extraordinary. The area was quickly put into a mental note of places I’d be time for in subsequent trips.

Between and my next meal then, I thought I’d turn my focus on the city’s celebrated cafes.

Café Angelina’s famous ‘chocolat chaud’ and signature Mont Blanc, a pastry comprised of layers of meringue, whipped cream, and chestnut cream vermicelli, allures huge crowds, meaning long wait-times at the hinged door.

Fortunately, there have been no relative lines at the Angelina situated in the Richelieu wing of the Louvre — a blessing as hours of gawking at art had put me in dire need of some refreshments. The hot chocolate had not been sweet overwhelmingly, much too rich to complete by oneself yet.

For dinner, I headed to L’Avant Comptoir, a somewhat cramped hors d’oeuvres bar from celebrity chef Yves Camdeborde, situated in the sixth arrondissement. It had been standing room only, but I was only too pleased to quit the comfort of a table once I had tasted the offerings.

Smaller plates meant I possibly could sample more, and I back didn’t hold. A veritable feast followed — beef carpaccio salad, strips of tagliatelle manufactured from squid and octopus, deviled eggs with tuna, clams in a coconut cream sauce, deep fried chicken, ceviche and the communal hand-churned Bordier butter with delicious, rustic bread.

Stuffed, still craving dessert yet, I walked close to the nearby L’Éclair de Genie, a patisserie by pastry chef Cristophe Adam. The shop focusses on &eacute exclusively;clairs, with close attention paid to the looks of the treats. A gold-flecked salted caramel and a glittering pistachio éclair later, I was pleased to conclude they tasted as effective as they looked.

The next French speciality on my list was Confit de Canard — a dish of preserved duck slow-poached in goose fat. Following a few bites of confit at Café de l’Industrie, my hubby viewed and expressed the precise thought that has been running right through my head, “Does this not remind you of kacchi biryani?”

Duck might taste nothing beats mutton, and the mild honey sauce on our plates was worlds from the heat-packed masala of a biryani away, however the melt-in-your-mouth quality of the meat had reminded us of our favourite dish back simultaneously. Few things in life are as effective as a well-made kacchi, which duck came very to the very best spot close.

Of course, I had not been likely to leave Paris without using the ubiquitous macaron. Luxury patisserie Laduree is widely credited with the worldwide popularity of the meringue and almond based cookies, and while they’re delicious as of this establishment inarguably, my own favourites originated from Pierre Hermé.

Known for mixing things up in your kitchen to generate unusual flavours, Monsieur Hermé gave us such delights as Ispahan (a variety of litchi, rose and raspberry) and celeste (passion fruit, rhubarb and strawberry).

Unlike the proverbial mountain, the Eiffel Tower found me. I was greeted with views of it i went everywhere; throughout a rooftop lunch at famed department store Galeries Lafayette, at the ideally-placed Café afternoon tea du Trocadero when i sipped my, or when i relished a chocolate croissant at Carette.

An overstuffed itinerary may seem unavoidable in Paris, but go on it from me — it’s easier to opt for an overstuffed belly.

Photo courtesy: Tonima Hossain