Free Stuff by Wilfrid: December 23, 2017]
Padam! Padam! Padam! Yes, that's a well-known Piaf song, but it's not the one that's relevant here. Less heard. but pretty is Paname, titled after an old slang name for Paris.
Tu n'es pas pour moi qu'un frisson
Qu'une idée qu'une fille à chansons
Et c'est pour ça que je crie ton nom
Paname, Paname, Paname, Paname...
We started with a couple of flourishes from the kitchen, a sharp bite of anchovy and a mellow cube of tuna. Then it was into the world of the bistro.
What I really needed after topping off the bouillabaisse and boeuf with some pasta was a light, refreshing interlude. The violet sorbet was just that -- leaning towards an ice cream rather than a sorbet, though -- served in an elegant chilled vase.
The first of the desserts proper was something I'd been curious about: something described as Adam's Apple. A baked, and I think marinated apple, served whole and topped with cream. I couldn't help much with the chocolate log, dramatic though the presentation was, although I managed to nibble from the interesting take on the classic tarte tatin -- this was a square of flaky pastry with slices of apples layered over it, but not caramelized. Plus ice cream, strawberries, and so on.