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Paris’ sexiest tables CLU goes wild on paris

Ok, so I went to Paris recently, my mission, to eat the most food I could and experience as much of Parisian food as I can.  All things  considered I did my best.  Paris is unbelievably expensive, and to do everything I wanted to do would have only increased the two grand that I managed to spend in eight days!  I have to say that I’m not all about french food in terms of cooking it had its hay day and I’m certainly not going tho deny that it is the foundation of what we cook now.  I mean what cook doesn’t go to work and use a french technique in their daily mise en place?  Anyways I had a great time and here’s some of the story.

The first day i got there was tough I was alone the entire day and I got there at six in the morning.  The rest of my com padres (Spanish)  arrived the next day.  I speak zero french, I didn’t sleep at all on the plane, and I couldn’t check into my hotel until 3pm.  This should be interesting, oh yeah and it was the only cold and rainy day I was there. yay.  I took the metro to hotel which was really easy to find its the hotel international paris, and dropped of my bags.  My next plan of action, WALK, in the rain, to the Marche d’President Wilson in the sixteenth arr. to scope out my first market and buy some of Joel Thiebaults famous vegetables. The walk a mere five miles or so whatever right I got time to kill?  Not so much.  It was raining and windy the whole time.  It was a battle to say the least but I got there.


The President Wilson market is where Joel T has been selling vegetables for years taking up the reigns of his family before him.  The place is awesome,  all the stands are set to make a corridor of some of the best food that I have ever laid my eyes on.  You just don’t find markets like this in the states, its unreal the vegetables are pristine, the cheese stinks and best of all you don’t have to go far to find a good head for sale!CIMG0772

Joel T’s stand was packed with greens, radishes, spring onions, and every possible bounty of early spring.  And to my surprise the prices where very reasonable.  I bought some aruglua, radishes, and artichokes.  Not knowing what I was going to do with them, just that they look beautiful and that whatever I do I know they’ll be good!  I left the market with my famous veggies, back into the rain and say to myself  ” shit, so its eleven now guess I’ll be carrying these around for the next four hours. Great.”

Long story short, me and my artichokes walked all over that town for the rest of the day happening upon this monument CIMG0746to modern cuisine, and a menu that sums up whats to come for Paris fine dining.CIMG0747

LUNCH TRUCK!  I was near the old Les Halles market around lunch time so I decided to stop by Au Pied Du Cochon for lunch.  Famous in the fifties and sixties it was the restaurant that the rich owners and buyers at the Les Halles market would go to eat before and after their four in the morning shifts.  Its one of the restaurants that made french onion soup famous from all the drunken restaurant owners coming in for wine munchies before going to the market.  I personally never had the wine munchies but I am pretty sure a bowl of french onion is the equivalent of funions for a stoner.

I pulled up a seat for my five pounds of artichokes and sat at the bar.  I ordered the pigs foot figuring that’s the name of the joint so it has got to be decent right? The young bartender sent down some pork rilletes to go with my baguette and that made me pretty happy.  If the french are spreading pork on their bread than I already like them more than my American counterparts.  The Pigs foot came out and my jet-lagged ass forgot to get a picture of it before I ate half of it, sorry.  I was presented with a braised foot taken off the bone then rolled around a pork force-meat that was packing some serious quatre spice punch.  It was served with a red wine sauce, pearl onions and tourne’ potatoes.  The wine sauce went well with all the spice in the foot and was great soaking sauce for the potatoes.  All in all I would definatley order it again.  For desert I had the fromage blanc which I ordered sweet with raspberry coulis.  It took forever for him to bring it to me, it was obvious people did not often order this.  I was more surprised by the business man on break who sat down next to me and had himself what looked like ten ounces of beef tar-tar with frites for lunch, if this is the lunch of champions, I didn’t know.  I don’t see myself selling stocks after a lunch of half a pound of raw ground beef and some red wine, I am also not french.  Lunch at Au Pied was good, if your in the area I suggest you head up the Rue De Louvre a little more and go to Chez Georges they were closed the Monday after Easter when we went there but the menu looked awesome.  It also might have been the fact that it was written in four different color pen!


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After lunch me my twenty pound artichokes(they gained five pounds with every glass of wine) headed back to hotel for a much needed siesta if thats what you call crashing out after being awake for thirty some odd hours.  When I got in my room I was beyond tired.

For din-din I headed to Chez Jenny, they are famous for their alsatian food and wine and have been around for something like fifty years.  The place was definatly old on the interior and I took a seat near the window so I could watch the building that was on fire only four buildings down.

I ordered the baked mussels for an app, they were awesome, really fresh and totally covered in the classic french cooks favorite ingredient garlic and parsley butter. They were big boys requiring two bites each, man they were good when I think back to them!


For an entree I had the choucroute which is what Chez Jenny is famous for.  It came out with three or four different sausages, a slice of smoked pork collar, a braised shank, tourne’ potatoes, and my birth weight in sauerkraut.  They were all baked together and served in a copper pot.  I did my best at it, it was enough for two people maybe three.  The sausages were all good they were flavored with cumin and curry which i thought was surprising for french food, but it all worked together.

I had a half bottle of beaujulais which was great with what I was eating.  I followed it up with the house bordeaux that was the heaviest wine I had ever had but good none the less.  For dessert I had the alsatian apple tart, a very famous dessert and a staple on french menus both in france and the states.  Suffering from a little soggy bottom syndrome it was still good, I enjoyed it with a final drink of some alsatian wiskey, whipped cream, and espresso, that was so strong and tasting of rasins that I couldn’t drink it.  All in all it was a good ending to the one of the longest days of my life, I only wish someone had told me that the tip was included, that was almost twenty euros that I could have saved!


Paris’ sexiest tables

Alright so i’m working on it give me a couple days and its going down, THE PARIS  CHRONICLES!!  I got some bad ass food porn pics on the way so please come back!!p4111104

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