Youâd want your head examined eating out in Paris, especially a bistro, without a recommendation. 80% of restaurants in Paris now have no kitchen, the food is delivered from mass production factories and warmed up. Even the once noble steak frites canât be trusted anymore.
I saw that on Television, they cook everything in a warehouse, vacuum pack them and bus it into the restaurant, youâd want your examined
Lads calling the Mona Lisa underwhelming, the fuck did ye expect???
A group of restaurants called Le Relais de lâEntrecĂ´te sell only one dish, steak & chips. Sounds a bit mad but itâs well worth a try one night. Thereâs a few of them around the city. You might have to queue, we didnât.
You know fuck all about me.
I hit a nerve did I? Top class comeback.
Ah no youâre right, I was only having a mess, no need to get all thick about it.
Go shit in your hat
Thanks for sharing that. Really well told kid.
the French version of nandos, also a prime terrorist attack target, youâd want your head examined to eat there
another little tradition of mine was to go for a stroll up the champs Elise of a Sunday morning to buy the racing post and then sit down and have two pints of heinekin at around 10 in the morning, I used to love that Autumn feeling on the first Sunday of October, it was very magical times, very special memories to me on a personal level
Any proof of this?
Iâm still laughing at the vacuum packed cooked steak and chips. Gas cunts
If it has this sign on the window, the food is cooked on the premises.
Thats not proof
Itâs not that unusual to be honest, hasnât Heston Blumenthal been doing similar with his pubs? Itâs just sous vide.
Iâm not sure anyone is doing that with steak frites though, it seems wrong.
Classy, another dig at a 5 year old.
Why would they bother putting the sign up? The regulations in France are if you cook on the premises you put the sign up. If no sign, the assumption is no cooking on the premises.
I recommend trying to run into my friends Dorian and Karen who live in Montmartre. Your best bet is to walk along Rue Simart and see if theyâre at the front door having a smoke. If they are and they twig that youâre Irish theyâll probably invite you inside for beers and then bring you to their local, Cafe Au Clair De Lune near the top of Montmartre (which I thoroughly recommend anyway), before heading back to theirs for more beers. At least thatâs what happened when myself and four other lads passed their gaff back in June.
A great night altogether.
Luigis chipper is his level mate, donât be wasting your time
That sounds amazing. Is the Hyatt over the shopping centre there at Porte Maillot?