Les Saisons in the 9th continueso dish up wonderfully appropriate season dishes.
Our two wonderful children, having spent all day yesterday and all morning packing, supervising packers and lending sage judgment to what should be jettisoned and what save, both had the parcooked quartered artichoke hearts with salad and piggy fat; I had what I thought could not possibly work - warm clementines with a loveof foie gras on a puree - PS it worked beautifully; and since Colette had ordered nothing, indicating she was still recovering from the "London bug," but was brought a soup of chestnuts and it said parsnip but i thought was mushrooms - perfect for a queasy stomach on a rapidly frosting day.
Then two of the crowd had a superbly cooked piece of bar with an incredibly tasty sauce; tall daughter had the Caesar salad with grilleg ganbas - pretty damn good; but I think I scored a bit more with a huge perfectly cooked (that is blue-rose) filet of beef with a sauce that for me was too sweet but had two accompaniments (a salad and Thai-wok'd veggies) seen above.
At this point (having not finished my beef "No, Johnnie, no dessert" rang in my ears) and I let them order an apple tarte with caramel, a lemon meringue tart, and an apple crumble - all of which I enjoyed partaking, but then BINGO - appeared their dessert of a day - a clafoutis of dates - dates? - and pour moi? - Boy it was good, and appreciated.
