Sat, July 12 2008
Whilst at The Louvre, I had lunch at Le Café Marly.
Café Marly
I had a Filet de Boefe Bernaise and a glass of Chablis. The bread, typically French, is very crusty. The roofs of French people’s mouths must be very tough
Filet de Boefe
I’m listening to Marvin Gaye’s “I Want You” album.
The steak is superb … I can honestly say I’ve not had any better.
After spending about 3 hours at The Louvre, I hopped back on the bus to Champs Elysee. By now, it was close to 7pm and I was starving. So, it was time to find a place to eat.
I ended up at George V Cafe. The waiter suggested a cocktail to start, which turned out to be a Long Island Iced Tea.
For the main meal, I decided to try Tartare de Boefe. The waiter asked if I knew what it was with a smile. I replied “Yes, it’s raw beef isn’t it?”. I have had the Korean version many times and thought this would be similar. I was wrong
The waiter was friendly. Despite my best French accent, he knew I didn’t speak French and was happy to speak English. He spoke quite well, as you’d expect these days I guess.
There’s a young couple sitting opposite me, they look like they’re teenagers. He looks nervous and isn’t talking. She’s smiling a lot but also not talking. She starts reading a tour guide – or something like that. He’s wearing a black nylong jacket with white slacks. She dressed like someone from the 50’s – calf length white dress, blue and white shirt, pearl necklace, sunglasses in her hair
She initiates conversation. He responds with one-word answers, brow furrowed with some unspoken worry. Dessert arrives, which they share and finally they’re speaking. She pays the bill, carefully counting out a stack of coins with some notes.
The tartare beef is ordinary – the Koreans do it better in my opinion. Noticing how slowly I’m eating, the waiter says “You ‘ave to finish it yeh? If you don’t, you can’t ‘ave dessert” with a smile on his face.
Despite that, I can’t finish it. I blame the lunch and say I’m too full. So he says “A brandy and a coffee will ‘elp”… who am I to argue.
The coffee is expresso (short black). I’ve grown to really appreciate them and no longer order flat whites (café creme). The milk is like condensed milk.
It’s 9:30pm and still daylight … like 5pm back in Australia.
Another young couple about the same age sits opposite me. I wonder at the coincidence.
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July 12, 2008
Sat, July 12 2008 Whilst at The Louvre, I had lunch at Le Café Marly.
Café Marly
I had a Filet de Boefe Bernaise and a glass of Chablis. The bread, typically French, is very crusty. The roofs of French people’s mouths must be very tough
Filet de Boefe
I’m listening to Marvin Gaye’s “I Want You” album.
The steak is superb … I can honestly say I’ve not had any better. After spending about 3 hours at The Louvre, I hopped back on the bus to Champs Elysee. By now, it was close to 7pm and I was starving. So, it was time to find a place to eat.
I ended up at George V Cafe. The waiter suggested a cocktail to start, which turned out to be a Long Island Iced Tea.
For the main meal, I decided to try Tartare de Boefe. The waiter asked if I knew what it was with a smile. I replied “Yes, it’s raw beef isn’t it?”. I have had the Korean version many times and thought this would be similar. I was wrong
The waiter was friendly. Despite my best French accent, he knew I didn’t speak French and was happy to speak English. He spoke quite well, as you’d expect these days I guess.
There’s a young couple sitting opposite me, they look like they’re teenagers. He looks nervous and isn’t talking. She’s smiling a lot but also not talking. She starts reading a tour guide – or something like that. He’s wearing a black nylong jacket with white slacks. She dressed like someone from the 50’s – calf length white dress, blue and white shirt, pearl necklace, sunglasses in her hair
She initiates conversation. He responds with one-word answers, brow furrowed with some unspoken worry. Dessert arrives, which they share and finally they’re speaking. She pays the bill, carefully counting out a stack of coins with some notes.
The tartare beef is ordinary – the Koreans do it better in my opinion. Noticing how slowly I’m eating, the waiter says “You ‘ave to finish it yeh? If you don’t, you can’t ‘ave dessert” with a smile on his face.
Despite that, I can’t finish it. I blame the lunch and say I’m too full. So he says “A brandy and a coffee will ‘elp”… who am I to argue.
The coffee is expresso (short black). I’ve grown to really appreciate them and no longer order flat whites (café creme). The milk is like condensed milk.
It’s 9:30pm and still daylight … like 5pm back in Australia.
Another young couple about the same age sits opposite me. I wonder at the coincidence.
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