Pierre Gagnaire (Pt 1)
One of the reasons that we decided to stay in
As with most restaurants of this nature, there is a dress code. Doreen, of course, always looks nice for such occasions. I had on a Canelli sport coat and black slacks with a pink tie. We walked out to take the Metro at about 7:30 for an 8:00 reservation. (Getting the reservation was an event in itself. We had to call and fax the place from
As we walked to the Metro amongst the streaming throngs, we decided to take a cab. We had to wait at the cab stand for a couple of minutes, with one cab turning down our fare (“Rue Balzac? Non, non.” With a French finger wag.) We finally got in a cab driven by a Vietnamese fellow.
We got into the cab at the Chatellet, which is very close to our apartment. From here, to get to the restaurant, one needs to drive down the Rue de Rivoli, go around the Place de la Concorde, head straight up t he Champs Elyees.
We entered the restaurant and were greeted by at least three very friendly and Englosh speaking hosts. The place was rather stark, with blond wood and white linens. They lead us to a table in the corner on a raised portion of the room. There were not more than 20 tables – about half of them were full at this time. It was about 8:00 PM. We would be there until about 11:30.
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