Sitting on Thailand’s Phuket Laem Sing Beach sand, a week after a week in Paris, I was contemplating what true luxury really is. And whether guarantees it? If you pay through the nose, is the red carpet always silk, the ice still squeaking from the freezer in your room when you arrive, the air-con already on, and the telephone operator supplied with your name the moment you pick it up?
This remined me of The Chonchon de Lait's we used to have when I was a child in Avoylle's Parrish in Louisiana. The hogs were quite larger. Bofinger's is a gift from Heaven. I always go there when in Paris. Very sophisticated.
It was a lovely restaurant in Joburg called Marble. Duck liver parfait w kumquat jam, then Grilled Salmon tarragon and fennel beurre blanc, confit potatoes ending with mango and passion fruit Pavlova. All were enjoyed with a progressive crescendo of wines from Domaine Pegau.
Oh my these ruminations transported me to an ethereal plane populated with shellfish and fabulous cheeses. I read this after spending a pleasurable 45 minutes re-reading from New American Classics. I shared the roast beef / Chateau d’Yquem story with my daughter while bemoaning that MY family never hosted dinners quite like the ones you had with your aunt.
Thank you for sharing the glorious gift of your love for food and wine with us!!
It’s Friday night in Johannesburg. I had lunch at the Rand Club but I’m worried that dinner will not approach ANY of the amazing meals that you’ve shared. Maybe a cigar and some port will distract me… 🫤
i remain available as a cohort, a licensed pilot, and a taster to protect you from the poisoning due you for such incredible grandesse.. lets hang !!
This remined me of The Chonchon de Lait's we used to have when I was a child in Avoylle's Parrish in Louisiana. The hogs were quite larger. Bofinger's is a gift from Heaven. I always go there when in Paris. Very sophisticated.
Yes indeed a gift. That busy and good at midnight!!
Bofinger is not as interesting as Stars was in San Francisco.
Some French once told me that, and thank you for thinking and saying it!
I am swooning…
Therefore I am swooning with you!
It was a lovely restaurant in Joburg called Marble. Duck liver parfait w kumquat jam, then Grilled Salmon tarragon and fennel beurre blanc, confit potatoes ending with mango and passion fruit Pavlova. All were enjoyed with a progressive crescendo of wines from Domaine Pegau.
Oh, I want that Pavlova!
Oh my these ruminations transported me to an ethereal plane populated with shellfish and fabulous cheeses. I read this after spending a pleasurable 45 minutes re-reading from New American Classics. I shared the roast beef / Chateau d’Yquem story with my daughter while bemoaning that MY family never hosted dinners quite like the ones you had with your aunt.
Thank you for sharing the glorious gift of your love for food and wine with us!!
Wish we could do the beef and d'Yquem together. And thank you for this.
It’s grilled goat cheese with thyme wrapped in radicchio tonight…
Heaven!
It’s Friday night in Johannesburg. I had lunch at the Rand Club but I’m worried that dinner will not approach ANY of the amazing meals that you’ve shared. Maybe a cigar and some port will distract me… 🫤
Romeo y Julietas will distract. How was the dinner?