A light breakfast with café crème, chocolat chaud, golden chai.
A light breakfast with café crème, chocolat chaud, golden chai.
Cafés and restaurants rolled up their sleeves to give it their own spin - fresh herbs, seeds and mixed spices here, smoked salmon, a poached egg, crispy bacon, burrata, a sprinkling of pomegranate seeds there.
Today the very presence of avocado toast on a menu is a plus, suggesting an awareness of healthy eating. And while the Anglo crowd seems to regard it as mostly a breakfast or part of a brunch, many French still see it as a trendy tartine, best as a light lunch. - BPJ
"Tête de mule" means obstinate and these artisan "tourtes de meule" from a bakery in the Pigalle district remain obstinately (and thankfully) in demand for many a breakfast table, and more.
France: a culture of bread - BPJ
Lobster and prawns Eggs Benedict on a Sunday morning in Paris.
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The setting was 80's London in my pre-Paris days, and Michael Alexander, who I've written about before on
this blog, had opened a restaurant, The Chelsea Wharf, to much local fanfare in the media and otherwise, right on Chelsea Harbour.
In no time at all it became the talk of the town. In the cuisine was enfant terrible now celeb chef Marco Pierre White, the sole person, it's been said, who "made Gordon Ramsay cry in the kitchen." With regulars such as George Michael and Boy George streaming in, one would think its success was guaranteed, but it wasn’t.
Sadly, it was short-lived. Lax management let a party
atmosphere take over and, as Michael would mention more than once over the years with a sigh, he was, after all, a writer, not a restaurateur.
Sunday mornings saw a gathering of "friends and allies" - those dearest and nearest to
him - occupy a very long table for breakfast. As Billy Churchill swayed away on piano and a soft light seeped in through gothic windows, we'd regale in bad jokes and good champagne.
Just across the Thames was Saint Mary's Church and almost everyone would order Bloody Marys and the house Eggs Benedict - or rather, as it appeared on the menu, "Eggs Benedict Arnold," so named for the notorious traitor of the American Revolution buried there.
The first - and last - time I pointed this out I was swiftly berated.
“Traitor? From our side of things, Benedict Arnold was a hero!” - BPJ
Nothing compares to fresh artisan bread straight from local boulangerie ovens, still warm. The small round loaves or boules - look for them on upper or back shelves - can be tranchés (sliced) but for the asking. Paris has so many bakeries that unique specialty breads, some available only on certain days of the week, are created to stand out among the competition.
Above: Pain Scandinave w/hazelnuts, walnuts, dried apricots and currants
Below: a Pavé (cobblestone) Caulaincourt ready for the toaster
Below: this morning's lemon zest merveilles (accompanied by butter, jams, honey, coffee, tea)