Les Bouquinistes

Our last night in Paris.

We had reservations for Les Bouquinistes – one of Guy Savoy’s restaurants. We had eaten so much during the week we almost decided to not go. But what fun would that be?

We showed up a few minutes late and were seated promptly. This place has very small tables very close together. You get intimate with your neighbors. Like it or not.

We did not order extravagantly this time. (See below). For starters, Doreen has a Fricassee of Escargot (yes, snails) and I had a white bean soup. The soup was thin – not thick, and a rather acidy (not beany) flavor. It was good. We had a regional Languedoc wine from a small vineyard called Clos des Nines. Nice and dry.

For our main course, Doreen had veal roasted with peaches, and I had roast suckling lamb. Mine included a dish dish of shedded lamb with mashed potatoes on top. Sort of a “Shepherd’s Pie” side dish. It was good, but too much.

Doreen ordered a dessert. Something chocolate or other. It did not impress.

We crawled home.