There’s no use in hiding that I’m a food-lover almost above all else. Childhood etiquette school & ballet training, the pressure to be thin as an entertainer, and the Asian predisposition to lactose-intolerance cannot keep me from my desire for French food.
The Mr. understood this most of all. And even though he is not mad for the rich French cooking (the Vietnamese-in-a-past-life will choose Phở over foie gras any day), he was sweet to indulge me to a seven course Parisian meal on our two-year-wedding-anniversary.
Perfectly situated on the left bank facing the Seine, with an elegant table for two looking out of the most romantic royal blue window, white table cloths, mirror walls, gold moldings, amber-lit lamps and red velvet chaises posture Laperouse properly to its famous reputation.
I am not always a complicated diner (a long-time food truck and street food fan) but we were in Paris and a girl could revel in the glamour of polished silver and shiny glassware.
And so our seven-courses-journey began, from the flavorful flakes of the amuse bouche to perfect butter that melted from the knife to the bread, we couldn’t help but indulge from the first moment…
A well-balanced and generous plate of foie gras ensued (I’m not a big foie gras lover, but when in Paris and treated to dinner by your lover…), followed by more wine, the main course which had the most magical potato balloons ever created, followed by the cheese course (I had only one bite of this to ensure we would continue to have a stomach-problems-free romance-filled evening).
I have to say that I enjoyed Laperouse the most for its three courses of desserts, all at the ideal sweetness and maximum flavor profile. Next time, I will eat just a bit less foie gras to save room for more desserts.
Dinner courtesy of Apollo Robbins. Photos galore courtesy of me. Have a great weekend everyone.